Oklahoma Backroad Explorer

10/16/2025

10/14/2025

Fall in the San Juan Mountains (Colorado). What a treat!

10/13/2025

✌️ ollllo

10/12/2025

Hey you! Are you a tree hugger? Sure am!
Go hug a tree! Just do it!

10/12/2025

Went for a morning hike here in Ouray, Colorado. It was raining and cloudy, but the sky opened for a brief moment at sunrise!

10/11/2025

Morning coffee with Oklahoma Backroad Explorer
I’ve messed up
I’ve been in dark places
But I’m not there anymore
Nature helped me breathe again
Recovery gave me a second chance
I’m not who I was
And I’m proud of that

10/10/2025

Morning coffee with Oklahoma Backroad Explorer
Some days feel heavy
You carry things no one else can see
Then the clouds shift
And just for a second the light breaks through
Not fixed
Not perfect
But lighter
And sometimes that’s enough to take one more step

10/09/2025

Morning coffee with Oklahoma Backroad Explorer
My dad didn’t say much
But he taught me more than most folks ever will
He showed me how to work when it’s cold
How to keep going when things break
How to pray with your actions
And I carry those lessons with me every day

10/08/2025

Nahh. I’m good. I’ll stay here awhile.

10/08/2025

Baker has been working on something big recently.
Can’t wait to share!
He’s a hard working hound dog!

10/08/2025

Morning coffee with Oklahoma Backroad Explorer
The wind out here don’t ask permission
It just comes through
Strong
Loud
Honest
And maybe that’s how growth works too
It ain’t always gentle
But it moves things
And that’s how new roots get started

10/08/2025

I was born from pressure, time, and silence — shaped by the heartbeat of the earth itself.
For ages I lay beneath the tundra near Anvil Creek, surrounded by stone and stories. The old-timers passed over me chasing dreams of gold and glory. They never found me, and that was alright. I wasn’t meant for hands that only sought fortune.

I waited for someone different.
Someone who would listen to the land instead of conquering it.
Someone who understood that the real treasure isn’t in what you hold, but in how it changes you.

When his detector passed above me, I felt the quiet excitement of recognition. He dug carefully, patiently — not rushing, not greedy — and the first light I saw in a thousand lifetimes was the sunrise reflected in his eyes.

Now I hang close to his heart, not hidden in a drawer or melted into a bar, but carried with meaning. I’ve become more than gold; I’ve become a reminder — that purpose waits in stillness, and connection can bridge earth and soul.

After all those years in the dark, I finally understand why I was made.
Not just to be found, but to find him too.