I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Marko Kloos "Why the Gun is Civilization"

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Bear Rock and More Falls of the Little Stony














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posted by H. Stallard @ 3:46 PM   2 comments

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At 12:37 PM, Blogger CG said...

if Arcologist visits, that'll show her some of the topography 'round here.

Gosh, it has been a long time since I've been to the rock, but I always did have to get down on my belly on it -- just killed me to be up there.

Hey hey hey, how about Benje's Rock??? My personal favorite.

We might come over for Guest River Days, a girlfriend and myself.

Beautiful Harold!

 
At 4:54 PM, Blogger H. Stallard said...

I not only had to do it on my belly but was holding onto a tree besides!

 

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