Early Morning Masterpiece

Trip Start Aug 15, 2007
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Sunday, June 27, 2010

The past few days have been spent hanging with the Guggenberger Clan... my wife's family. Someday I will blog out the beauty of this extensive family, for spending time with them is like hanging out in the famed Lake Wobegon of Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion.  For those of you who are wondering what and who the hell this is... he is a grammy award winning storyteller who spins great stories of the lives of those living in the fictional land of MN Nice.  And it makes sense when you realize that he came up with Lake Wobegon while attending St. John's College, a hop, jump and a spit's distance from where the Guggs Clan resides.  That being said... being a member of this family has become one of the greatest niceties of my life.  

My family and I are currently staying with Deb's brother Craig and his family... at their home overlooking the bucolic fields and forests of central Minnesota.  

At the crack of dawn I headed out for a jog through the mist covered rolling hills of the surrounding area... although the fog hung heavy and low on the land, my feet felt light as if I was running on cushions of clouds. After a short spell the curtain covering the landscape lifted a bit and I was given a front row seat to a vignetted production, pieced together by Mother Nature.  The lineup of characters consisted of a silouheted pair of sandhill cranes combing the alfalfa fields for an early breakfasts fill; a chorus of pirouetting frogs breaking the calm, black waters of a lilly pad filled pond; the clashing of far off cackles of distant ring neck pheasants as they claimed and counterclaimed corn rowed stretches of their realm to each other; the whooshing wings of a pair of Canadian geese flying lifting just above my arms reach, with a quick descending splash into the road dissected pond; the nervous doe that leapt into the canopy of trees, as my footsteps brought my fog obscured form abruptly into view... startling her and me in turn, as she crashed into the protection of her wooded world; the dives and darts of the red-wing black birds as they clicked and trilled into a gang of flapping feathers... chasing me from an unseen baby hiding in the high grasses growing along the ditch; a small herd of curious cows that broke into a clumsy and thunderous run as their thousand pound folds of flesh furiously flapping as they jogged beside me, ending as quickly as they started, gasping heavily for air; the wiggled running of a family of wild turkeys as they broke into a quickened pace, thinking I a predator... my early morning production ended when the piercing rays of warm sunlight slowly burning away the world of shadowed puppets found within the fog... changing the stage set into a new act, one I would take in as I entered into a warm and bright home filled with the smells of fresh pancakes and homemade maple syrup...     
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Tim Henkels on

It's about time for a post about Chile!!!! Wondering how you folks are doing, hope all is well. We have another two weeks in the Ala Daglar, climbing, running, reading. Good stuff. Best to everyone!

-Tim

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