It’s comforting to me that I can recount my bachelor party with full recollection, free of regret, and with a story lacking all of the seemingly requisite strip clubs, decadence and chicanery. No fights. No strippers. No blood. There were plenty of guts shared. Emotions revealed. Prayers given freely and graciously. And damn, my ass got roasted…

About fifteen of us, a completely mish-mashed crew, went up to Big Rock Creek which is located on the backside of the San Gabriel Mountain range, a few miles southeast of Valyermo, California, not too far off from Palmdale and Lancaster. We had a ceremony, a sweat, and spent a bunch of time walking around hangin’ out in the cold creek, eating good food, and shit-talkin’.

It was an incredible 24 hours. Filled with laughter, love and tears. My guys sent me off in a good way, and I am very grateful for the band of brothers I have been blessed with in my life. Thanks to everyone for all they shared and provided.