Oh man, we made another dream come true here at Steepthinking headquarters. Jack, and I went to Moab for a long weekend to ride bikes on the Augusta National of mountain bike trails that you find in a heavenly alcove in Southeastern Utah. Only a six hour drive from Denver, we broke it up into two parts by stopping off in Avon to show Jack the new ski condo his mother and I are buying to allow for the raising of rippin’ little children on the slopes of Beaver Creek and along the banks of the Eagle River. Thoroughly, satisfied with this new real estate investment, Jack and I drove the rest of the way under the influence of the Jocko Willink podcast and the Tim Ferris show. Jocko, a former Navy Seal Commander and all around bad man makes us feel like we can do anything as men and Tim Ferriss had the great Polish Olympic weightlifter Jerzy Gregorek on his show which convinced me that I needed to read “The Happy Body” so I can touch my toes when I’m eighty-five.
Jerzy had two awesome quotes that we decided to bring back and share via a post-it note with the McAbee girls. We adopted this advice in the hope of helping our family communicate better. Jerzy said, “No blaming. No complaining and no sarcasm.” While this did not fit the vision quest model of heading off into the desert to receive insight from God as you understand him, we certainly found this sage words. So far, we’ve done pretty well at keeping one another to it.
For me, it’s hard to sit down and have a one on one deep discussion especially stuck that’s difficult to talk so I like to be engaged in some activity like camping and mountain biking to provide a useful point of focus for the two of us while it provides room for each other to be true and to find ourselves in a story bigger than our family, bigger than steepthinking. I wanted to plant some seeds of trust and openness and to allow Jack some freedom of expression. I put a camera in his hand and let him go nuts.
The other bit of wisdom that we picked up from the Tim Ferriss podcast came to us more as a guideline to live by and was thus, “Easy choices, difficult life. Difficult choices, easy life.” It helped me all weekend as we set up camp, lived the simple camping life, and worked together as a team. The best part of all is that I could point to someone else’s words to get the point across instead of me going on and on about doing it right the first time or using the old carrot and stick approach. I got to be proactive dad guy and it put the ownership of various camping and mountain biking related tasks on him. I am so stoked that we got to go to Moab together. We needed to get away and I needed to keep this promise to him a while back. It would have been easy to stay at home, after all it rained for hours our second night there but the rewards of this difficult choice gave us something we could both appreciate.