Behind Barz

It’s been a couple of days since the adventure up to Sawtooth Mountain and I still haven’t been able to process all that happened. I’ve been trying to articulate what I felt in my spirit when I arrived at Red Deer Lake with 12 year old Conor and saw Sawtooth up close and personal but I can’t put into words. As blown away as I was by seeing it for the first time, what I experienced as I stood on the shoreline of Red Deer Lake and gazed at the reflection of Sawtooth on its mirror-like surface at sunup Sunday far exceeded my initial flood of emotions the afternoon before. The weekend I spent in the mountains with part of my Colorado family was epic and I can think of nothing that exceeds the experience but it hasn’t been the only once in a lifetime event I’ve been beyond blessed to be able to experience.

The most and closest friends I’ve made in my 8 years of living alone and homeless on the road are here in northern Colorado but I have been blessed with friends/family in every state. I’ve been beyond honored and humbled to have been asked to officiate baptisms, funerals and weddings and I’ve counseled hundreds in the midst of trials and each encounter and every event has strengthened the bond between myself and people around the country.

For 8 long/short years I’ve crisscrossed the nation and met thousands of people from every walk of life in every state. I’ve met a lot of wealthy people and a lot of homeless people and people in between and without question they have all been more than kind, hospitable and generous to me. I’ve been given the security codes to gated communities and garages, the keys to everything from campers and mobile homes to mansions on lakes and told that I’m welcome for as long as I want or need to be there and that it doesn’t matter if anyone is home or not.

By: Bob Seymour