Yellow Snow

So, it's snowing. Again. I'm not complaining. I don't mind the weather. In fact, if properly dressed there's really no type of weather, next to Antarctica or Mt. Everest, that is unbearable. For the most part, I have all of the various this' and thats and whatsits and midoodles needed to make Chicago weather pleasant. Actually, I have the copious amounts of gear out of necessity...or at least that's what I tell myself. Really it's the inner child always wanting to play outside no matter what the weather. Anyway, enough with the ramblings, and on with the pictures. Pictures you say? Yes, right here:

And here:

No the snow in Chicago is not yellow...my camera is. Or at least when I take pictures at night.

A little boy's dream

Well, I should be sleeping...but either way I'm still dreaming. For most of my life, I've always wanted to live in the woods in a cabin or something. Early in college, I refined my desire to own or live on a ranch of sorts. At this point I don't think I want to own a working ranch, I just want to own the beautiful country that is generally associated with said ranches. After working two summers at the wonderful and beautiful Gull Lake Ministries (Here), I decided that having access to a lake would be nice too.

So, just for kicks and giggles, I started doing a little real estate research. Low and behold, I found the place that would satisfy all of the above criteria!! It's a place in Montana called Ruby Lake Ranch (Here or Here). Not only does it have all of the wilderness and cliffs and such that are great for camping and hiking, but it is also privy to three miles of beach on the spacious Ruby Lake Reservoir (about 2,000 acres or around 3 sq. mi.). So I can have a sail boat too...I think, I don't know how windy Ruby Lake gets. Anyway, I read somewhere that the ranch even has caves!

Unfortunately, I need to come up with nearly $20 million and a sailboat. Although, by comparison even a large cruiser is chump change. At one point in my life, my dad had mentioned that if I ever managed to obtain a ranch, he'd be more than happy to manage and maintain it for me, while I traveled around and did whatever it was to get the money to buy the ranch in the first place.

Well, I 'spose we all have our dreams. Now to figure out how to make $20 million...

P.S. - Here's a beautiful slideshow of the ranch from the Trails End Land Company (Here).

Random ramblings rousing a ruckus...

Well, I've finally succumbed to the wave of the future...blogging. I would have never dreamed of keeping an online journal, public to the world, griping about the grind of everyday life. But alas, here we are. Hmm, I've also somehow managed to clone myself, what with the first person plural and all. Perhaps it's not a clone, rather the birth of a new digital me! I wonder if this simulacrum will choose to do good or evil? I wonder if the manifestation of this digital version will overshadow the organic? Will machine prevail, and the old self be lost, returning to the dirt from which it was brought? Nah, the organic version likes food too much, and last time I checked, circuit boards tasted funny.