Sometimes there is a fire that runs through the blood of a man, and the nearest explanation we humans have for it is 'adventure'...But it runs much deeper than simple words. It drives some to the very limits of possibility, at work, at home, and especially at play. I am addicted to adventure, whether on the diving platform, in a deep slot canyon, on a snow-capped peak, in a physics laboratory, or in my kitchen at home with my wife. Adventure is who I am. Arthur William Brown.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
So, its pretty warm here, and I love it. I was just remembering how cold the Hill Camorah was... not that I don't love the cold too, but being Virginia warm isn't really life threatening. When we were in Palmyra it was about 0 F, and on top of the hill it was blowing so hard. I don't remember many times that I've been exposed to that much cold, and definitely never while being with two small boys whose jackets may or may not have been enough to insulate them against such. Note the layer of ice in the Niagara Falls picture.
This was the replica of the Smith family cabin, where Joseph was first visited by the Angel Moroni.
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