THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE THE YOOP.

I’ve permanently moved back to Ishpeming, or what the native indian’s called, ‘The High Sacred Place.’
I’ve done what I could to be the best Dad in the limited time I had.

My sons know the power of Jesus.
They know how to make scrambled and hard-boiled eggs.
They understand that no matter how good venison-jerky is, an innocent dear had to pay its life for that delicious flavor.

And they got to know the spirit of Bruce Lee.

I know they miss me – not as much as I miss them.

But Fatherhood doesn’t end because of what a piece of paper says or the miles apart from eachother.

It’s eternal.
And it’s truly a blessing!

CAN’T FRIGGIN WAIT FOR THEM TO JUMP OFF THE BLACK ROCKS!!!

**thanks for all the support my Yooper brothers and sisters – and friends and family around the world.

“What we do in life Echoes in eternity.”

GOOD JOURNEY.