He smiles!
Itineraries, schedules, and reservations are dropping like the hail that littered the countryside. We see that edge of the black clouds, and we see the sun shining. I felt the lightening strikes before we left home. I worried about leaving my husband, leaving him with horse detail, the cats even would miss us. And now I go, "Whatever. They’ll manage. "
We have driven 801 miles so far. We are in Ogden Utah, outside Salt Lake City. Did you know there are snow capped mountains sitting to the left of the freeway? We knew there was a lake somewhere in the vicinity, but I thought it would be flat and warm. It is hilly and COLD.
Wednesday;
We could see it ahead, dark and gloomy, cold and blustery, lightening flashes even. We drove into it somewhere outside of Boise Idaho the coldest place we have encountered so far. The wind felt as though it was blowing off a polar ice cap–bitter and strong enough to blow a little poodle dog off the ground. Good thing I had her on a leash.
Into the rain, and then cresting a hill there was white everywhere. Not snow, hail covered the ground as far as the eye could see. A little snow, more rain and we drove out of it. We saw the edge of black clouds coming up, and beyond that blue sky and sunshine.
I have the best traveling companions. Baby D eats, sleeps, the dogs eat and sleep. Daughter D and I feel free, unstressed, able to take our time, stop when we want, no time constraints. An analogy, says Daughter D. The storms of life come, they go, we breeze out the other side.
Itineraries, schedules, and reservations are dropping like the hail that littered the countryside. We see that edge of the black clouds, and we see the sun shining. I felt the lightening strikes before we left home. I worried about leaving my husband, leaving him with horse detail, the cats even would miss us. And now I go, "Whatever. They’ll manage. "
Daughter D says, "Isn’t it something that you can have a thought, work toward it, and then it happens–like having Baby D."
You know how we have expectations of what people are like in different parts of the world? We hate it when others think we are strange or call us fruits or nuts, or hippies, or dirt farmers, or society dames, or rich or poor, and we travel and find that people there are like us.
We have driven 801 miles so far. We are in Ogden Utah, outside Salt Lake City. Did you know there are snow capped mountains sitting to the left of the freeway? We knew there was a lake somewhere in the vicinity, but I thought it would be flat and warm. It is hilly and COLD.
