Independence Day means different things to different people. When I think of our forefathers declaring their independence, I think their motivations were far greater than casting off the constraints of a distant monarch. I believe they were answering the call buried deep in the heart of every man - the call of home.
The patriarchs of this nation longed for a place in this world. They dreamt of fertile fields and the familiarity of hearth and home. They wanted a legacy to leave to their posterity and they were willing to sacrifice their lives to ensure a homeland for future generations. Because of the vision of these wise men, we became countrymen rather than colonists. We became a people with a home.
To celebrate Independence Day, Sir Knight, the kids and I went home. These are the mountains that Sir Knight and I would love to call home (actually, we do call them home - our house just isn't there). We marveled at the beauty all around us and considered the men whose vision gave us a country to call home. We spent our time in fellowship with our parents, riding 4-wheelers, breaking bread and just being together. Immersed in God's great creation, we where home.....
|Flowers reflected in our slow moving creek|
|My guys preparing their First Line gear|
|The patriarch "barking" out orders|
|Leaders of our clan|
|Getting ready to rumble|
|Surveying our location|
|Checking out an alpine pond|
|Our back yard|
|Part of the clan|
|Sir Knight getting a better look at the terrain|
|Oops, a little high-centered|
Miss Serenity hooking up the winch cable
|The Matriarch with her treasures|