Matt Matteson

Last night I went bike-packing (yah, I think I made it up, you go backpacking with a bike.) Went to white ranch, it was really nice. White Ranch is right out side of Golden, like a 15 minute drive up the mountain. The campgrounds were a little developed for my liking, but about 1 mile from the trailhead. There were no other campers that night, so it was very relaxing. Got a short mountain bike ride in this morning before coming back down the hill.

Decided to make use of the great day and drove up to For Collins to visit my Grandma. She just got a new hip so I figured I should stop by and check the shiz out. She took me to lunch and all was good.

Tonight I caught up with the folks and went bowling. One day I promise to be good at bowling.

No, I’m not loading up a First Person Shooter to go camping. I’m going real camping.

If the latest entry in your internal monologue reads something like “Matt! I feel left out!” you need to pickup your email client, err open it(?), and send an email to butIwantToGoCamping@MattMatteson.com .

I did it! I did the crossword puzzle. I think I am going to try and trick myself into doing these more often, may help me sound smarter.

Try one now… NY Times Puzzle

This summer has been up and down. Downs suck. This summer has held the death of three people I knew, and cared for. I have tried to write about each, tried to think hard enough to develop what I really thought, but here I am to get some of it out of my head and to remember. None of these deaths had any warning, no time to say goodbye, The first week of summer, Lynn Dodrill, my really good friend Steve’s father; taken with a heart attack while running a race. Michael Bartosh, a friend of mine, a great friend and business partner of my housemate of the last two years; taken from this earth at only age 28. His amazing kindness, and knowledge really set him apart, and was so true it was hard to miss. He died when he fell as a accident from a friend’s balcony. Now on the way to the airport as we left California, my mother received a call that my Great Aunt Mill has passed. She did not survive her recovery from a recent pelvis break. Mom had to share the sad news through her tears to her brother (grandpa), her sister-in-law (grandma), her nephew (dad), and me as we were unloading at the airport. Mill was never married, but loved by many. Even being old and living alone in Iowa she was always fun to visit, talk with, and hang out with.

I don’t feel I could profile these amazing - but now lost to this earth - people as they should be. We will miss each of you. Love those around you, tell them you love them, keep loving, and hold onto God.