On the Road!

After days and days of packing, cleaning, and prepping, I got in line at 4:40am for the 5:35am ferry. I wasn’t able to get a reservation, but of course I’d get on since I’d arrived so early. Wrong! Who knew construction trucks get in line at 10pm the night before, taking all the Big Rig spots. After being assured I’d get on the 8:10am, I tucked in for an hour nap.

My travel passage for this trip is Psalm 121. The Lord is my Keeper. He proved that on Day 1.

Anyone who knows me knows I HATE heat. It’s why I’m in the San Juan’s in the summer. So after praying for weeks and weeks that God would lower the temps inland as I traveled through, I took an emotional plunge when I saw mid- to high 80’s. I know, John, it’s 108 in Dallas, but 80+ turns my rig into a hot box. It’s all fine when I’m driving, but if I sit for any length of time in the sun, I’m cooking.

I left Friday so I wouldn’t be rushed getting to Boise (another story…), and that was a great idea. I stopped at Lake Easton State Park, only about 75 miles east of Seattle, with the hope of burying in the trees. The sign at the park office said there were only two spots available for Friday, Sept. 8th. #49 and #94. OK, God, do Your thing.

I circled through the trees to #49. The newly arrived guests were getting settled in. One down, one to go. 74…75… I kept winding. 88…89…90…. Would I get a spot? If now, then what? 92…93…94. The tree-lined spot welcomed me with open branches. I was settled for the day!

After a bite of my fabulous lentil/sausage/kale soup, I passed out for a two-hour nap. After a short walk by the lake, then supper, I passed out again for 10 hours.

God is good.