i guess i forgot to title this one

I'm sitting right now. Tom Safilian is sitting right next to me. Chris Nicoletti is wandering right behind us. I'm in the Queenstown Lodge. It's like YMCA of the Rockies, but in Queenstown, New Zealand.

My legs are on fire. We went on a hike, well a little walk as they would say in the NZ, up to the Mueller Hut. It's a 400,000 dollar hut in a complete alpine mountain terrain. three feet of snow sorround it, avalanches sound in the distance and I lay in my sleeping bag in a tin hut. It's was pretty bomb. The best part was coming down--well for a while at least. Since the snow was so dense we, meaning Tom, Chris and I, were able to sprint down decently steep snow fields, without fear of injury.

Tom just reminded me that we are only going to be here for nine more days. Not enough, I tell you, not enough.

I'm on a time limit because I have to pay for the internet. Tom paid for it so you can thank him for this post. But nonetheless, I can't give proper explination of the trip becasue, well I could write about it for quite some time. So when I return to the States, God forbid the day, I will tell you all about it. Only if you want to hear.

God has taught me something on this trip. There's always something more important.

what is fire...

While sitting, memorized by our achievement, Paul, Matt and I enjoyed a behemoth fire during my last night in the states for two weeks. The question arose, "What is fire?"

My answer: "Maybe it's an energy wave that is visible to the human eye, like light waves. We can't see sound waves, gamma rays or such, but maybe we can see light waves and "fire waves"."

Paul's answer: "I don't know. I have more paper to burn."

Matt's answer: "Fire is the absence of no fire."

Indeed my good friend, indeed.

Oh and one more thing, why don't I get a June 6th. I feel jacked. I leave at 5:00 tuesday evening, and arrive in New Zealand at 8:00 thursday morning. What the hell happened to June 6th?