A CRPS Warrior, I fight each day in Christ to live happy and free in arms of the man He gave me. I dare not ask as I leap into God's arms as I learn my place between the Beginning and End of His Creation and find solace. Dare to do the same . . . trust Him, find your place within His Majestic Design, and you will discover how the Wild meets the Forgiven.
As I listen to
the wind in the trees, I look at my son across the camper. Our eyes meet and we
both smile. The cool breeze filtering through the open windows reminds us of a
place far from Texas.As we reminisce about
Wyoming, we remember the old times.
We talk about
the snowy mornings and his grandfather’s meals during hunting trips. My son cherishes
the star-studded nights after extinguishing the campfire and his flying trips
up and down the roads on the four-wheeler. As for me, I treasure the times
taking pictures in the high mountain meadows filled with spring flowers and
fishing the cold streams and fresh water lakes.
I asked him, “If
you could go back and camp anywhere in Wyoming, where would you go?”
The Big Horn
Mountain range is an old range but a beautiful one. It is located in
north-central Wyoming from the Great Basin to Montana. The Cloud Peak Wilderness Area, the Medicine
Wheel, and the Cloud Peak Skyway are all a small part of this beautiful area.
From Lovell to
Burgess Junction, a slice of Native American history can be experienced via the
Medicine Wheel Passage. The southern expanse can be experienced through the
breathtaking Cloud Peak Skyway and connects the small town of Tensleep to
Buffalo. The northern route can be crossed by the Bighorn Scenic Byway. This
mountainous road is very scenic and links Greybull to Sheridan.
The Bighorns are
crisscrossed with trails and roads. A paradise to behold for the biker,
fisherman, hunter, and horseman alike.No wonder my son wants to go back there of all places. So do I!
I sit back in my
chair and listen as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees. I can smell my
dad’s bacon cooking on the grill if I try hard enough. If I close my eyes,
those stars are twinkling. I think I even can hear the sound of a four-wheeler’s
whine down the road. The smell of spring flowers and sound of jumping fish…
how sweet the sound.
1:3 “I thank my God every time I remember you.”