I have talked a lot about my trips backpacking on the American River. I often mention how they inspire deep thinking and clearing of the mind. This particular trip had me pondering about what really matters in life. Which was inspired by a man named Chuck.
When I was little, one of the family trips I remember was to Mammoth, California. My parents were skiers and so they loved traveling to this central-Californian town to spend weekends skiing all over Mammoth Mountain. As for us kids, who were all too little at the time to ski, we looked forward to sledding down those white fluffy hills. The memories of sledding down the mountains in Mammoth have a special spot in my mind as some of the most memorable moments of my childhood.
I love traditions; they keep me connected with others, enrich my life and remind me that I always have something to be grateful for. When I was in high school, a friend and I decided we were going to start our own Fourth of July tradition.