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Earlier this week I was approached by VoyageMichigan Magazine for an interview. I would guess my response to be reviewed , but not all that interesting. Regardless, I did find the opportunity to contemplate it very relaxing. Bellow my words in writing: Update 12/24/2022: The interview was published https://voyagemichigan.com/interview/daily-inspiration-meet-scott-cain/ VoyageMichigan Magazine- Can you briefly walk us through your story – how you started and how you got to where you are today. You can include as little or as much detail as you’d like. Today, I am a design builder. I work with general contractors and homeowners primarily in residential construction. However my current journey began with learning to listen to one’s own intuition. This is where I found my self late spring of 2016. It was after my business partnership fell apart. An acquaintance had called me, he said he heard I was looking for work. I told him yes. He asked if I would be interested in doing a bit of drywal

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Fish Creek Falls Trail" Saturday: Steamboat Springs, Colorado Wake at 4:30am First one up yet again. We are packing up to leave our vacation rental this morning. My morning routine has a typical rut here. I get up and quietly make my way for the kitchen with my laptop. In the kitchen there is a light on over the sink. It’s still dark out, but that will not last long. I set my computer down on the large wooden kitchen table. Then this is where I will sit for the next hour or so to write. Before writing, I return to the counter next to the fridge, and turn on the coffee pot. I love Coffee, but for what ever reason, I can’t seem to drink much of it at this elevation. I learned to restrict myself to just one and one half cups per morning. Craig is usually the next person I see. We say hello to each other, and then he opens his own laptop, and turns on the TV and news. We don’t talk much. It’s clear we both have a quiet morning routine, and we lea

Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Red rusty land for water" Friday: Steamboat Springs, Colorado Awake at 5:45am As usual, I am up and about before any of the other people in the rental house. Also, I might have been the first one to bed. Craig always sets up the coffee pot the night before, and each morning I turn it on. It’s nice to be up and in the quiet, with fresh coffee. I do cherish these moments quiet and alone. But this morning is not a quiet one. Most of the family is soon up and about with in an hour. We are to be at the boat house for the rafting trip before 7am. So there is much commotion in the kitchen. Avery is one of the first ones up, and it does not take us long to realize that he really wants to go rafting with us. It is agreed that we will find a way to add him to the group. We make him an extra lunch, because all the lunches were pre-ordered weeks ago.   By seven am and we are all at the boat house (Bucking Rainbows). Our crew all pile into one of the big wh

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Touching the sky" Thursday: Steamboat Springs, Colorado Wake at 5:45am Awoke having slept a bit better. Not feeling so dizzy or rundown. Today was the day we had chose to memorialize David (Dad). The chatter in the kitchen as we all greeted the day was quieter than it had been. At 10am the whole lot of us piled into three cars and drove the three minutes to the gondolas at the base of the ski resort. We all laughed at how we could have walked. From our rental house nobody could see or understand how close the lift actually was.   It was only steps from the front door to our house. Obviously, no one thought ill of our short drive, and also the sun was bright so it was a cheerful looking day.   At the top, I quietly made my rounds and asked the group to follow Mom’s lead in selecting a spot to place David’s (Dad’s) ashes. We did not walk very far. Mom was concerned about the two of our group who were having trouble walking (Brook, Nichole). Mom

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Mountain Ride" Wednesday: Steamboat Springs, Colorado Awake at 5:30am Woke up not feeling rested after trouble sleeping all night. Suspect the 2.5 drinks I served my self at dinner. Today the group is set to go horseback riding. Colin is not excited, but going because he said he would. Before our departure, I was feeling a bit dizzy and had to sit for a few minutes. Not sure if it was the coffee, the lack of sleep, last nights booze, our elevation, or something worse. However after sitting for a bit I felt a little better and we were on our way. Our journey took us to Dells Triangle Ranch.   Thirteen of us had set out to ride. My horses name was Aspen. She was a palomino with lovely blond hair. She followed second behind the lead horse rode by our guide Samantha. She was a tailgater, with her nose almost touching the Samantha’s horse the entire two hour ride. For most of our traverse the two lead horses were a considerable distance ahead of t

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Upper Fish Creek Falls" Tuesday: Steamboat Springs, Colorado Awake at 5:45am Our house rental at 1020 Montview has proven a perfect place for our family to convene. This morning I was the first one up and about. I was hoping for some sort of sunrise to photo. Unfortunately while I am sure there was one I am new here and not yet in tune with these things. After coffee and some writing mom and I went for a walk. We both found a small trail north of our rental. There was a wonderful view of the mountains and a few old barns. After breakfast I rallied a group of us to go for a hike. We opted for Fish Creek Falls as our destination.   Attending our group mom, Karen, Alex, Maisie, Nichole, Rebecca, Mark, Brook, and my self. The hike was stunning in it’s beauty. The trail reviews have it rated as a moderate hike. However for our group of un-experienced flat landers, this moderate was kind of challenging. We hiked 2.2 miles up hill for 2400 feet. The

  Photo credit: Karen Bryce Monday: Custer, South Dakota Awake at 4:30am, up at 5. At the Bavarian Lodge in Custer, there is a breakfast restaurant called the Feel Good Cafe. With sunshine in the air Mom, Karen, Alex, Nichole, Rebecca, and I all enjoyed a wonderful meal before our departure. Mom and I had vegetable quiche, blue berry muffin, and a large coffee. Our posse then headed west out of town towards our destination in Colorado. Much of our journey took us through Wyoming, which at times felt like driving across the moon. Beautiful, desolate, and NO cell service. Ten miles out side of Lusk Wyoming we found a stoplight in the middle of nothing. There was a crew doing road work. Two miles away at the other side of the valley you could see the stopped oncoming traffic at their light. The ordeal added a 20 minute delay, however it seemed like much less, because there was so much good conversation to be had with Mom.   When we reached Laramie where the elevation is 7200 feet I ha

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Monument" Sunday: Sioux Falls, South Dakota Awake at 4:30am, up at 5. I am surprised to have slept so well in a hotel. The people in the room above us had finally stoped banging around at about 9:30pm. After that it was quiet and cold all for the rest of the night. Mom awoke at 6am. We took the elevator down stairs and used the exercise room for 30 minutes. I did weights, pushups, crunches and 20 minutes on an elliptical machine. Then we returned to our room. Cleaned up, showered, and made our way to the breakfast area in the hotel. There was not much there for mom to eat. Only a banana and some coffee, so I suggested that we go some where else. I quickly located a Cracker Barrel near by so we drove there and had a tasty breakfast.   As it turned out, the location of the restaurant was a perfect spot for My sister Karen and her family to meet and connect with us on the road. Our plan had been meet up and drive with one another to the black hill

   Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Real Farmhouse Vittles" Saturday: Decora, Iowa Awake at 6:30 am.           In the second floor bedroom at Arles and Laredo’s farm. I was surprised to find I had slept so well. The fan in the old farm house window blew in the most delightful cool country air. And despite the lack of a second pillow I found the bed very comfortable. I had only got up once during the night. Getting up during the middle of the night was quite the adventure. The old farm house with it’s practical old Norwegian sensibilities had it’s steep stairwell located in the bathroom just off the living room. A door on the third step opens next to the door to the room next to the toilet. The door closed with a friction fit and no latch. I was thankful that I was fit and healthy enough to traverse this unique feature in the dark without much fuss. I wondered to myself just how my two 80+ year old host’s managed this configuration every day. But they both seemed spry for their yea

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "U-Turn" Friday:   Northport, Michigan Awake 5:30am, Very hungover. I don’t know what I was thinking. Oh wait, yes I do. Pamela has been in an awful mood and there was so much to do before leaving, that by the end of the day drinks were needed, and it turned into more than too many were consumed. now I was paying for it. However we had a scheduled to keep. I got up showered and tried to finish packing. What a mess. I threw things pellmell into the first bags I found and decided it will just go as it is.       We were on the road by 6:45am. We drove for one hour south and then stopped in Traverse City at the Bob Evans to eat breakfast. An hour later we were back on the road and pointed north. We drove towards the Mackinac bridge. The sun was out and the conversation with mom was lively. Our drive took us across the entire North end of Lake Michigan. We did not make a second stop until Marrinette Wisconsin.      There we found a lunch spot at a Jimm

  Sketch  credit:  Scott Cain Time spent asleep, as real in this moment as in any un-lived fantasy.   Where I was my self felt vague, but it seems I was walking a narrow path that ran through a meadow. My companions a small group of friends and a brown rabbit. Although none could provide a familiar face. We were Nevertheless a cheerful group.  All to happy to frolic in the warmth of a springlike morning.  We were bathed in a delightful sunny sunshine, and with us was our favorite fluffy bunny. As for him. He was about the size of an average dog and he walked on his hind legs. On the other hand, he was a normal brown bunny. But he did not speak, he was simply a quiet companion. Like I said, I did not recognize anyone in the group from my awake world. However, one person in the group was a witch. I was not attempting to label her, but she wore the cliché attire. Wide brimmed pointy black hat, black petticoat, striped leggings, etc. She was a confident young woman, although a bit bossy. A

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Bedroom at Mom's" Today I drove home. My mom had found David’s suicide note moments before I left, so my departure was quite emotional. The drive was mostly uneventful. I only became infuriated once when one really awful pickup truck driver cut me off east of Midland. I kept my cool and let him go. No need for two assholes in the world. When I got home, my dogs and daughter greeted me. I was adored much with love from all three. My wife also said hello from her recliner and continued to watch TV. After a while my son came out of his room and sat next to me on the couch. We both talked and I imbibed a rum drink to cool my mind after driving for 6 hours. For my wife’s amusement I told her all the gory details of my Dads death.   She seemed to enjoy the conversation.  Then I made dinner for my son and myself. After eating I washed our dishes and put away my luggage. Then I laid for a moment in my bed.    It was dark, I was home, and I felt very

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Starry night on LTL" Would you swim with me in warm summer rain After the party, after champagne A stolen moment for us alone to meet   Two lovers lost in over their feet On a midnight tryst, our masquerade   The envy of many other mermaid Diving towards a nethermost depth   Two fishes intertwined into every breath   Would we come up for air   To find only hands in the others hair An affair of some summer swim Our seven sensual seas of breathless sin   Writhing sliding though rhythmic waves Treading hands as carnal slaves   Searching depths bereft of cloths Our skinny swim like nobody knows

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Scenic Winding Road" Ursula advised me Share one’s true name never  You may call me Scott it’s not so clever I bring you all my prose in hand  It’s just a silly poem few want to understand Why I write for you is nothing new Sharing the me within me my hope of getting close to you I want to look upon your face my eyes allowed to stare Take my hand I will hold yours with great care Behind your windows what will I see Maybe a child in there climbing a tree  Or a playful sprite of wonder and delight  Will you be my true dreamer on a star filled night Would you read my words they are so very few And grant me a chance to get to know the true you

  Photo credit:  Scott Cain  "Two Swans Ice" I wish you could be here with me to behold this moment A wish to see colors reflecting on your face and the sky in your eyes My wish to see you happy here and now For you I pray this every day