It Won't Be Long

The Greeks once had an ancient profession, men who would travel the country to entertain those who took the time to listen to their tales of distant lands. The players in the stories were of ordinary men doing courageous things. Now these stories were not to boast about oneself, although at times the entertainer was included, but to spread word of such adventures as inspiration to those who may never have such experiences in their lifetime. Stores, like most, could play out with comic relief, romantic affairs, and more than often, tragic events. This ancient art, one that has been cast aside in our modern world, was that of the storyteller.

In my life, as far as I could remember, I've been known to tell a few far fetched stories. I discovered a passion for writing with the patience of extraordinary teachers and with the help of my deep love for a girl. I found that vocal communication isn't sufficient enough at times, and that a man can learn a lot about himself through the arts. My writings have ranged from short stories, proverbs, and poetry, but never have I kept a record of events and adventures. Since moving from Washington to Montana, I've gone out of my way to try and find out who I am, through the outdoors, school, and occasional silence. On these adventures I've learned a lot and find there may be somethings to learn from them, or if nothing else, to be of entertainment to those back at home. So why is the storyteller talking about himself, you ask? Because every good play has to have a scene set. 

So as I sit here, on the Bridger ski lift at the presently barren hill of Bridger Bowl, enjoying the cool breeze, a well earned brew, and the company of my dog, Bear, I only think of what this blog will become and what adventures life has to offer. Already there is a nip in the night that chills the souls of men; the sun drops before the sparrow has time to tuck in her young; and skiers and boarders around the globe count down the days till the first fall of snow. Summer will transform into fall, and fall will slip into winter, each season holding their own opportunities to get out and explore this wonderful world we live in. "It won't be long," I think to myself. "It won't be long."