So I recently returned from Canada's most famous hiking trail and it was awesome. I still wake up and wish I was listening to the crash of waves for breakfast. We (Jeff, Kristin, Rachel) and I were on the trail for 6 nights and it was a great time of reconstruction.


Every summer since I've lived in Waterton or worked at Mill Creek Camp or Treeplanted my soul needs to spend a good chunk of time outside. Breathing fresh forest air and becoming transfixed on the glow of the burning embers of a campfire at night.


I long to be stripped down to a thin layer of protective nylon in the element without the bombarding destractions of life. The reconstruction comes when these are all removed and I am able to be still and listen, to stop the usless chatter in my mind and be in quiet.


I feel so much closer to my maker when I exit my world of cluttered media and advertisements, failed archatecture and busyness. And perspective is restored, dependence is realized, salvation all over again. Thank you west coast trail.