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Posted on February 9, 2010November 20, 2015 by Jay Morse

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About Three Saints Road

Three Saints Road is a place to express, to write and observe, to explore my own purpose and meaning. To find a place in the world, a place I want to share. Stay a while. Explore, comment, pass it on. Remember who you wanted to be.

You can generally find Jay somewhere west of the Rocky Mountains. Look first in the high deserts. He is an aspiring fly fisherman, mountain bike rider, and house-builder. He’s an old rugby player, a retired Army officer, and a part-time attorney. He loves being outside, traveling to places he’s never been, and trying to write things people like to read.

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There's a 2.3% chance I'm without my phone, and ab There's a 2.3% chance I'm without my phone, and about a .1% chance a fox strolls across my patio. This morning both happened. This guy all but walked into my living room (and he didn't see me through four sliding glass doors. Sly as a fox my ass). I had to low-crawl to my room to get my phone, fortunately he took his time sniffing every plant. #threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
What's up big kid! New Mexico delivers. #rememberw What's up big kid! New Mexico delivers. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Am I allowed to even post this? Do I have to have Am I allowed to even post this? Do I have to have permission? No, because these asses are my four sisters. Plus they sent me the pic ("just missing your ass"), thereby losing all rights. Or something like that. What's not to miss about these beezies? Actually that list is long. But the plus column is deeper than the minus. #imnotcryingyourecrying #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Slovan Bratislava and Dinamo Zagreb are on the pit Slovan Bratislava and Dinamo Zagreb are on the pitch across the street, but all the action is right here. Two of these three came here together, the third has been inching ever closer. Life begins when you want it to. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
When I was a young man the list of shit I wouldn't When I was a young man the list of shit I wouldn't do was short, and most of that included drugs. Now I find myself more often running to the solitary and the quiet and great writers, even when I spend as much time looking words up as I do reading them. Or: Skip Bran Castle, with its line jumpers and scads of teenage girls and vape pens, that absolute scourge of smells. Take a nice drive in the countryside instead. Read some Cormac McCarthy. "He watched her until she was lost among the tourists. Men and women alike turning to look after her. He thought that God's goodness appeared in strange places. Don't close your eyes." (The Passenger) #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe Also, I'm sure there's a hashtag for grumpyoldmen, but I'm not quite there yet.
Sofia is gritty and growing on me. #rememberwhoyou Sofia is gritty and growing on me. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Of all the cities I've been to over the last few y Of all the cities I've been to over the last few years, this series of parks in downtown Sofia has to be the coolest. Must be 12 square miles of woods, paths, tables, cafes, monuments, open spaces, and run down post-soviet outdoor gyms looking for someone in need of a tetanus shot. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Gone three weeks, Rio's clear, fish still here, ba Gone three weeks, Rio's clear, fish still here, baby lizards everywhere. #threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
In and out, but what a beautiful city. #rememberwh In and out, but what a beautiful city. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Yalla Habibi! #urbanforestrabat #rememberwhoyouwa Yalla Habibi! #urbanforestrabat #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
24 years of this nonsense. #rememberwhoyouwantedto 24 years of this nonsense. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
One the way! 24th annual big boys golf weekend wit One the way! 24th annual big boys golf weekend with college roommates. I think this is safely considered a ritual at this point. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Traveling a ton and what a view to come back to. # Traveling a ton and what a view to come back to. #threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Some activity at Three Saints Road! Conventional w Some activity at Three Saints Road! Conventional wisdom says their names are The Fantastic Mr. and his wife Felicity, or maybe even Matthew J. and Jamie. But my formative years were the '80s and '90s, so of course we're going with Vivica and Samantha. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe #threesaintsroad
Mansaf! Lamb, yogurt, rice. Best served with a pil Mansaf! Lamb, yogurt, rice. Best served with a pillow and blankie. And kunafa. I have a love hate realtionship with this dessert / heart attack. I'm a sucker for anything with cheese, but please hold the sugar water. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Is there a better time and place to drink coffee t Is there a better time and place to drink coffee than under a clear sky and a high desert morning sun? Probably not. #threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
This was what we call a reset (I'm a little late s This was what we call a reset (I'm a little late so not quite "insta", but I'm still feeling the vibes. So kind of insta). #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
I know you're thinking "that guy looks like he's a I know you're thinking "that guy looks like he's about to f up that river with a fly rod" but what's really happening here is that guy is praying to the god of the fishies to let him catch just one, just one little fish, and that he promises he will put it right back. #socariver #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
High desert mornings are my absolute favorite. Chi High desert mornings are my absolute favorite. Chilly enough for a hoodie and a patio coffee (yes my NM friends, I know it's a portal, but we have a wider audience here), air still enough to hear the call of a single scaled quail (thanks Google!), and enough space to take a walk to find it. Plus the reward of a view of my house from a side I never see. I might park a chair out here. #threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
Three falls - tipovers, really - and more importan Three falls - tipovers, really - and more importantly, no lift tickets, no lines, and no people. Probably going to represent Mexico at the next Olympics. If I make the podium, please know that @hanacolorado taught me everything I needed to know. #amolecanyon #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe
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