Here at last…again
Good and gracious creator, you made everything so good. Even the birds and the little chipmunks. My only question, good Lord, is why? Why do you make them wake so early, and start making their loud squeeky conversation outside my window at 3:48 a.m.? Sqeeking and chirping and squawking on and on and on? So that I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to get up before 5 a.m.? Anyway. Thanks for sunrise walk.
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It was an odd realization that this is the first time in my life that I’ve come up here as the only one "in charge" of the group. In ‘78 there were the adults. All the other times X was with me. This time, I alone am in charge of shepherding boys and corralling luggage. Parking cars and paying fees and making sure that everyone has brushed their teeth.
M&N are here of course. I think it will be OK. Much much better than if I were here with X next week. N has signed me up for several looms and has made sure I know they want to have dinner with us. She is very excited to see the boys and a only a little awkward at seeing me.
EH, the village pastor and classmate from Seminary greeted me soon after arriving too. It’s good to have another friendly face although I realize I don’t trust him completely, not knowing what M&N have told him.
The boys have changed clothes and are down by Railroad creek, probably throwing stones into the water and scaring the fish. I’m going to change into something cooler and go see if I help warp a loom. Or continue into the final Harry Potter (DS1 finished it yesterday.)
Our room is in lodge 3 and looks south toward Copper Basin. there are two electric wires outside the window where the swallows perch. It’s funny to watch them hold their wings open to cool off.
Lots of pictures already. I hope flickr figures out why I can’t get logged on because it won’t work to post them all here on Wordpress.
It feels like home here, but a home that has changed in some intangible way. The mountains are the same. The people are the same in that they’re all different. They always are. What is it?
Maybe it’s me that has changed.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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torchlight parade 2008
embarassment of riches 2007
there it is again. what if? 2007
A long and winding road 2007
— — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
-
torchlight parade 2008
embarassment of riches 2007
there it is again. what if? 2007
A long and winding road 2007
— — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
-
torchlight parade 2008
embarassment of riches 2007
there it is again. what if? 2007
A long and winding road 2007
