The time of year to hang out with the brothers, rolled back around. Not much new, lounge, recreate, eat, and converse. Though it sounds simple, this time together is indispensable.
Once again, we met at Mom and Dad's cabin.
On our only full day together, the five of us set out to hike in Circle Park. Fathers: Brian, Andrew, Robert, Clark, and I.
We took turns packing the paddle board up to the first water we could find, Sherd Lake.
Again, a joint effort to pump it up.
Brian was the first one to wage the waters.
Three of us took a spin around the lake, adding it to the list of conquered waters in the Bighorns.
After which, our picnic lunch hit the spot.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, a tree lay across the creek.
I think the Lord downs a tree each year so we can have some fun in the creek. The boys surveyed the scene and came up with a game plan.
So we pulled White Horse down and hooked on to the root with the winch.
Giving it a little pressure while Robert cut the stump.
Then kept pulling as it bounced over the rocks.
Thinking ahead as to where we needed the stump to land, we repositioned the truck.
Once lined up to the gap, we backed the ranch rig down and tied it on.
Pulling it to level ground.
Where we shifted techniques.
And lifted the stump up to haul it off.
Carrying it to our local bone pile.
Muy bien.
All of this to conclude with an Italian elk-sausage linguine dinner.
Good stuff. I love these men. Our priesthood unites us, but our brotherhood binds us. Our Lord never sent anyone out alone. Though all of us are individual pastors and live by ourselves, we are never apart. Our common communion with Christ bands as brothers. Retreats like this refuel our friendships so we continue our work in the vineyard of God with joy and zeal. Ranch on.
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