Majestic Monoliths

I haven't blogged for a few days, mostly because the nights have been late. Here's a summary: in Medicine Hat Saturday and Sunday, Calgary Monday, Edmonton Tuesday, Grand Prairie Wednesday. It was my first time in Grande Prairie. It is a lot like Fort McMurray. In case you didn't know, it is in northwest Alberta. We met with Ed Elias from the radio station and had dinner with him and his wife Evelyn.
We flew out early, picked up our car in Edmonton, and drove to Calgary. In Calgary Ben and I picked up our bikes at a friend's and headed out for Golden.
It has been hot, and the heat and fatigue combined made it very difficult to stay awake. We finally got to Canmore and had a Timmies. That did the job to keep us awake through the multiple construction zones until we got to Golden. Actually, the construction detours provided us with an even more scenic ride past Johnston Canyon and other campgrounds.

It was spectacular to ride through the Rockies on a motorcycle. I couldn't help but marvel at the massive, majestic mountains. These monoliths stand as mute witnesses to bygone aeons. In their presence my existence needs to be reframed as limited, weak, and fleeting. In light of that, how do we then live? What can be done that will stand as firm as these peaks?

A ride through the mountains is healthy for the soul. It can bring perspective to life -- a life that may be tyrannized by time and the urgent, having lost sight of the eternal and the important.

Tomorrow, we go home.