Time Tests Everything

Just so we all know...this post was written in it's entirety on Dec. 8th, 2017, but posted on 1/12/2018 11:32 PM.  CJ


Another day another dollar so what the hell does that mean?  Not a whole lot in the grand scheme of things.  I'm searching for the words to share, but they just don't seem to want to come.  I guess what I'm getting at is that I miss the old days.


Like I said in the title, time tests everything.  It goes for all that we know because no matter what all that we know and do is going to be something that is going to be forgotten or lost to the passage of time.  Just imagine, if you can, billions of people have came before you and I, yet how many of them does history remember.  You have to be someone that is special and has contributed to the betterment of society to be remembered through the passage of time.  Well I'm hoping that is something that I can change to some extent.  I want this trip that we take to go on and on well past my days of life.  I want to do something at the Doons that can be savored for all that take time to make the passage.  I want to leave my mark for all to see and share, but just pray that some asshole does not come along and fuck it up.  The General and I have placed some plaques along the river, however, every time we return to the site we find that the plaques are gone because so shit fuck cock sucking asshole has taken them down for reasons I can imagine.  Why couldn't people just leave them and maybe added to them like they do on the picnic tables and shit.  People just don't get it anymore because they just live in the moment and don't realize that life is fleeting and not going to last forever. 


Now I am a realist so I know that my memory probably isn't going to last forever, however, I do want to make an effort so that isn't forgotten.  In my mind and heart I feel that this trip is going to be my legacy, and with some luck and the grace of God, it will last well beyond my life.  My hope is that at least one of my kids carries on this tradition and passes it on to one of their kids.  They can tell their kid that Grandpa started this trip back in 1996 on the Bigfork and he passed it on to me, now I'm passing it onto you.  Then then...that child will pass it on to their kid and the story will go...Great Grandpa...you get the picture. 


Something I hope happens is something The General and I spoke about over a few beers on many occasions.  We talked about making a campsite on his land that the river runs through and calling it River Runner Camp Site.  That would be something that is awesome.  Something that would create a legacy for all those that pass to remember the people that made the Bigfork a home one weekend out of the year...every year.  You know maybe, someday, The General and I will get around to realizing that dream an actually make it a reality.  But then again, time tests everything.


I really want to make that camp site happen, but I just need The General to get on board with it so it can become a reality.  I know we could do some awesome shit with our knowledge of how to landscape shit ya know.  But that is something we need to discuss and make happen before it is too late.  The General is slowing down and may not be able to make it happen anymore.  Hehe...this is a little motivation for ya dude. 


Yeah...getting back to legacy.


Duckie and I have left a little bit of a legacy at the Doons as many of you that have read all this shit know.  We buried a bottle of Windsor at the Doons and have taken a swig from it every year we have been there...except for the last time in 2011.  And if I'm going to be honest here...we haven't been back since her last time on the river.  So 2010 is the last time we dug that bad-boy up and taken a swig.  I actually wonder if that son of a bitch is still intact.  I think I need to find out...even if Duckie isn't with me.  Haha...