{"id":2855,"date":"2013-07-31T03:11:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-31T03:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2013\/07\/31\/city-of-rocks"},"modified":"2021-09-24T03:45:14","modified_gmt":"2021-09-24T10:45:14","slug":"city-of-rocks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=2855","title":{"rendered":"City of Rocks"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When my Uncle passed away earlier this month, I drove to Boise, Idaho for the funeral. On the way I passed a sign pointing to the City of Rocks<\/a>. It has been twenty five, maybe thirty years since I’d been there last.\n\n

Back when Uncle George was full of vigor, and I a child with no cares or worries. I couple of weeks later I went back to this special place to reminisce and remember my uncle.
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The boulders spark my imagination just as they did when I was younger. I see giants resting in the earth, their backbones protruding for us mortal humans to climb upon. If you aren’t careful or show disrespect, the crevices will swallow you whole.<\/p>\n

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A summer rainstorm quickly drenches the landscape. I manage to set up a simple campsite before the rain falls like spraying bullets. In my tent I watch the flowers quench the water while remembering Dad’s accident from our previous time here…..<\/p>\n

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He was a much younger man then, younger than I am now, and full of reckless abandon. Riding a dirt bike fast and furious with his brother’s-in-law, much like Peter Fonda in the movie Easy Rider<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Then the accident happened, soft sand caused the bike to spill, and all I see is blood and screaming. Dad’s face was ripped wide open like an avocado before you eat it. He had to be transported over thirty miles
( maybe further) to the closet hospital.<\/p>\n

It all ended well, and as the rain abates and the sun sets, I realize how fortunate I am to still have him in my life.<\/p>\n

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If nothing else, the sleeping giant boulders here clear my head and make one thing apparent :<\/p>\n

“tell those that are important to you, that they are… You never know when it may be too late…”<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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