Lake Easton State Park

Awakening in the forest without a rush to leave was bliss. But quickly Lily Bell was flustered by a squirrel scurrying around outside. Being the consummate watchdog, she lunged after it and ripped my window screen. So sad. Thirty-one years of faithful service, a rodent and overly-exuberant pup ruins it.

After coffee and quiet time, she and I set out for a hike around Lake Easton. All Trails app said it was 4.6 miles, so I was ambivalent about doing the full oval. Signage was sketchy, so only after hiking awhile did I consult All Trails, and there I was, right on track. I was surprised when soon I saw a sign for Lake Easton State Park, not thinking I’d gone that far yet, but good for me - and Lily. Well, turns out I’d gone in a circle and was headed backwards. So answered the question of doing the full hike. But God… heading back, I passed a couple I’d seen earlier. They asked about the hike - I railed on the signage - and nearly an hour later we were new best friends. (I know Chris P, don’t say it…) I gave Alanna one of my #ActiveWorship cards (on www.HolyHealthClub.com) and she is thrilled to share with her church in Cle Elum. Lesson: God turns us around when necessary.

That afternoon, humming eastbound on Hwy 82, my transmission began to slip. Per my brother’s counsel I stopped at the next truck stop where a man (stranger with a Seahawks t-shirt who I nabbed) told me there was a Ford dealership nearby. Nearby? .2 miles, right around the corner! A delightful young man there assured me my transmission fluid was fine, so I’m back on the road, trusting I’ll make it to Boise.

Background: While driving from Prescott to Friday Harbor last spring I had to have my tranny rebuilt in Boise. Unfortunately it’s not right (struggles going from first to second gear) so I have a 8:00am appointment Monday, September 11th. Pray God keep His hand over my potty mouth.