It's been a good while since we've written here. We made it back to Washington and have spent the summer enjoying family and friends. (Here's a pic of Paul and our grandson, he loves playing with any phone he can get a hold of.)
As we planned to drive out this fall, we felt the Lord cautioning us to stop. We asked our friends to pray with us and ended up choosing to stay in Washington for the winter. We are looking at a season of writing, so practically it doesn't matter where we park and we felt the Lord had a purpose in us being here.
It would seem this part of our journey is not forward, but outward (among friends and family) and inward (as we seek God's presence and direction).
We had our first few flakes of snow yesterday and we are just finishing up winterizing the RV. A friend gave us a mess of straw bales that we used to create a "basement" under the RV (to protect all our pipes) and another friend loaned us a car that will make the hill in snow and ice. We are set for winter weather! :)
A year ago today (366 days since this is leap year) we pulled away from our house in Deer Park and the Generous Journey officially began. What a year it's been!
We've mostly been hiding out in Eastern Washington, resting, connecting with friends and family, and doing what needs to be done to get back on the road in October. But we did take a road trip to the upper reaches of Washington with our son, our daughter-in-love, and the world's cutest grandchild. Among other things, this allowed Lori's dad to meet his great-grandson.
We also snagged a couple of geocaches and hit a farmers market.
Al didn't accompany us on this trip - he couldn't get off work. He's got a summer job as a bouncer at a local animal hangout. As none of the critters here have ever seen an alligator he's a bit of a celebrity.
Image Credit © Paul H. Byerly
Okay, we didn't see it on the road, but after 10 months of licence place bingo with Rhode Island being the only plate we lack, we will claim this!
Maybe we will get it legitimately next time around, but I doubt it since we will not be as close to that corner of the country next year.
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Yes, we're still alive. We're back "up the hill" where our son and his in-laws live. We've been spending some time decompressing and reconnecting.
Recently I got to engage in a very Northwest activity: picking huckleberries.
Step 1: Drive to the middle of nowhere. (We have an advantage on this one, as we already live there!)
Step 2: Drive up to at least 3,500 feet. (Elevation affects when they ripen, so you have to find the right level for when you go picking.)
Step 3: Find plants with berries. (I found the first berry, which was explained away as beginner's luck.)
Step 4: Pick berries till your back hurts.
Step 5: Drive home and enjoy!
Image Credits: © Paul H Byerly
The first time we blew through Wyoming, Paul's state of birth, we failed to get a cache. We tried, but we had no cell phone reception the two times we stopped. So, this time, we printed out half a dozen caches. We nailed the one on the border and grabbed a fast picture to prove I was there.
Image Credit: © Paul H. Byerly