![]() Now, everyone who is anyone knows the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". Destination: Chambers Lake Campground about 50 miles west of Fort Collins, CO, winding our way up like a snake through Poudre Canyon to an elevation of 9,200 feet above sea level. With camping gear and fishing tackle in tow, and a rented kayak on our rooftop, Brayden and I set out on our great excursion into the wild on July 20, 2009. With one bold stroke I had reduced the damage to a handful of days while filling a seven year old with pure joy. We shall go camping at a lake where we can fish in our kayak. ![]() With the full arsenal of a Stanford education at my disposal, I was inspired with a brilliant idea: we can accomplish all three at one time. To minimize the unpleasantness of this summer agenda, I suggested we include some lake kayaking to our summer of fun, an activity I rather enjoy. Terror surged through my body as I realized that two of the activities I rather don't enjoy much would be the lynchpins of our summer vacation. Then Brayden said the two words I most feared: camping and fishing. After a moment of thought, Brayden said he didn't want to do another road trip this year, dictating to me in no uncertain terms that we will take a road trip "every other year". Did we want to take another road trip to national parks as we did the summer of 2008? Or did he prefer activities around home? We also had the uncertainty of our little butterfly's condition for the summer, which was quickly answered less than a week into summer break. ![]() Prior to the start of summer, Brayden and I discussed what we would like to do this summer. Now can you possibly imagine the hardships we endured under such rugged conditions? We even had a run-in with serious wild animals (more on this later). If you don't believe me, how about this for proof:Īnd NO CELL PHONE SIGNAL (no.I couldn't "hear you now"). ![]() No, I am talking real roughing it in the wild Rocky Mountains. When I beckon you to follow me into the wild, I am not talking about some pansy trip to the local suburban hiking trail or mountain biking autobahn. To reach this definitive conclusion, you must follow me INTO THE WILD. For not only have I revealed the definitive answer to this perplexing question, but I shall also demonstrate how it is quite applicable to recent events in our lives. Yet, if you shall momentarily indulge the indiscretion of my title, you shall soon learn how in both cases it is quite apropos. As for the rest of my readers, and most likely the majority, a certain degree of puzzlement has crinkled their noses in disgust as they cannot begin to fathom how such a topic could relate to my precious seven year old son. A number of the readers may be frantically scanning the document seeking the definitive answer to this age old question. I am quite certain the title of this blog entry has raised more than a few eyebrows and furled a few foreheads. I would love to see everyone make some kind of contribution in Tracell's memory. To make a sponsorship donation, click on this link.and click on the "Sponsor Scott": You may sponsor a team member with a donation to the breast cancer research cause. Our team is also hoping to raise $ 2,500 for the Race for the Cure. IF YOU CANNOT ATTEND THE RACE.YOU CAN STILL SUPPORT US: I will be sending out information to all team members as the date approaches as to where we can meet prior to the race. You can go to the website, register for the race, and while registering, indicate that you want to join the "Wings of a Butterfly" team. You may also go to my race personal page and click on Join Scott's Team: To join our team, simply click on the link below.and in the Team Members section, click on the Join Team link: If you are going to be in the Denver area on this date, you are invited to help us remember and honor Tracell by joining our team for this year's race. The Race for the Cure is on Sunday - October 4, 2009. Brayden and I have formed a TEAM for this year's Denver Race for the Cure in memory of Tracell.
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