Sunday, July 15, 2012
Vivian and I are now nearly at the end of our trip. By the time I post this to the blog, I guess the journey will be completely over and we will be home on our little farm. Right now, we are at our son Jesse and his wife Lisa’s place, having a couple of days to visit with them and play with James and Will, our two grandsons of 5 and 3. Fun days! (But there is a little caveat that I will mention later).
After our time there, our plan was to go out to the Pacific and drive the Oregon coast down to see the redwoods. Vicky kindly arranged for Vivian and me to stay with her sister and husband, who live along that stretch of road. As we drove away from the camp, we rounded a bend to see the majestic Mount Rainier. The weather was beautiful, as it had been for us on the entire trip.
In fact, the weather had just cleared up the day before we got there. Vickie’s sister told us that many people visit the coast, but because of fog and clouds are never able to see anything. We had beautiful clear and blue skies for the whole drive and are very thankful for that fact.
|Here is Vivian with one of the larger trees
|Even with a broken arm, I was able to hoist one of them(I admit it was not the largest one)
We were glad next to see my nephew who lives and works in the Sacramento area of California. This is a big rice growing country, and my nephew works in this industry. He gave us a tour of their processing plant and showed us his new product. This is a new type of cooking rice where the factory first starts the sprouting process in the rice, but halts it before the actual sprout develops. This process releases more food energy when the rice is cooked and eaten. It is a new innovation and my nephew is greatly involved in it.
My cousin and her husband live less than an hour south, and we next went there. They have an almost unique business where they contract with different municipalities in fire prevention. There are many gullies and other almost inaccessible places in the San Francisco bay area that grow up in brush, causing a large fire danger. When you see houses in the west on the news that are burning, it is often because of this fire hazard. My cousin and husband have a business where they have huge herds of goats (6000 goats in total!), cared for by different shepherds. These guys put up temporary fences around these gullies where they then turn the goats loose to graze the brush, thus eliminating the fire danger.
There are a few people that are doing this in the area now, but my cousin, who is also a veterinarian, and her husband were really innovators in this. It is especially appropriate that this is so, since he is a veteran fire fighter in the area.
|Followed by Larry the Cucumber
From the door of my cousin in California to the door of my son’s house is 2019 miles. We made no detours on the way home, other than driving around a couple of times near the freeway to find a hotel. It is good to be back here and it will be good to be home again.
My arm is feeling better and hopefully I will be able to get at some of the work that awaits me. On a sadder note, this morning I spilled some hot coffee on my little grandson James, giving him a burn. Grampa must learn to be more careful. I am praying that he will be ok with no scarring on that handsome little face. The doctor said he will be fine, but it is one of those moments you wish you could just take back.
Now, it is back to the farm for Vivian and me.
Now, it is back to the farm for Vivian and me.
Vivian planned this whole trip and did a great job. I told her that she should start a travel/concierge business, but she is not so keen to do so. I thought since the shoe factory closed down near our home (neither was she keen on that idea), this would be another employment opportunity for her. Nevertheless, in case she in fact does start a travel service, here is her first unsolicited testimonial.
DON FROM WISCONSIN SAYS:
I had Vivian from Vivian’s Travel Service plan a trip of a life time for me and my wife. Vivian arranged for everything on the whole trip to run smoothly, and even arranged for us to have fantastic weather. Vivian was willing to adjust the schedule as the trip progressed to suit my wife and me and we had experiences that I am sure we will never forget.
I highly recommend Vivian’s travel service for all of your travel needs. You will not be disappointed!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
I walked in the midst of giants,
Trying not to break their silence.
Afraid that any uttered word
Be interpreted as defiance.
But then in the treetops I heard
The light evening song of a bird.
Then the sound of the slightest breeze;
It whispered, as the top branches stirred.
And then, in addition to these,
I thought that I heard the word, “Please.”
And although I could not be sure,
It seemed as if it came from the trees.
“Behold my height. Behold my girth.
“See all of the marvels of the earth.
“But not in these we find our worth,
“It is in the one who gave us birth.”
I walked at the feet of the world's tallest trees,
But it is to their Maker I bow my knees.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
|Bull Mountains, MT burn area
I hope all of you who are in the United States enjoyed the 4th of July celebrations. Many of the states out west are very dry, so there were no fireworks for Vivian and I this 4th of July. We drove through a little of the burned out area a few days ago…but I am getting ahead of myself and should back up about a week.
As I said in my last post, Vivian had some of her happiest childhood memories when she lived in Union Center, South Dakota. She was just a little girl at the time, just entering first grade when her Dad became the pastor of the church there. They only lived there four or five years, but the friends she made while there became her lifelong friends, and when I married Vivian, they also became my friends.
|In the Men's Room
We have always really enjoyed our visits in Union Center, and we stopped there about four days to see everyone and to catch up with what is happening. The church has been a part of our work overseas all of the years we have been serving, so it was great to worship with them on Sunday. This is ranch country, and the people of the church are represented by the brands of their ranches on some of the trim in the church.
The special treat was to have almost the entire first grade class of Union Center One Room Prairie School of 1959 sing a special song in church. They sounded good and have the potential to make it big. I think would call the group, “The Three Amigos.” If they would add a bit of the choreography of the original Three Amigos, they could fill a musical niche that has so far been left untouched. But really, and all kidding aside, the song was very nice and sung from the hearts of three very special people.
After church, Vivian and I started our drive north. The next people that were on our way to see lived in Havre, Montana, which is only about 20 miles from the Canadian border. The road from Union Center to Havre brought us through some wide open spaces of both Wyoming and Montana. This is the land of the big sky, where the horizons are very distant and the vault of the heavens seems more grand.
|Grave Markers at Little Bighorn
We stopped at the Little Bighorn River, at the sight of the defeat of the U.S. Army, led by Lt. Colonel George Custer of the 7th Cavalry, by the arrows and rifles of what the Park Ranger called “perhaps the best light infantry in America at the time.” These were the Indian warriors of the Lakota Sioux, the Cheyenne, and the Arapaho. The Park Ranger gave a very detailed description of not only the day of the battle, but the days preceding it and even of the economic and political climate of the time. His talk was, in fact, the best I have ever heard given by any Park Ranger. He tried to avoid any finger pointing or taking any sides, but simply explained why he believed events happened as they did at Little Big Horn on June 25, 1876.
As Vivian and I approached Havre, Montana, I noted that the town of Havre has a spelling very similar to the name of a former Green Bay Packer quarterback, but the pronunciation of the town’s name seems to be more phonetic than is the quaterback’s. Actually, I heard that the name Havre from the result of two early settlers who were fighting over a young lady. Finally, one of the men conceded defeat and said to the other man, “Ok, you can have ‘er!” I think that this is supposed to be a joke but you can decide for yourself.
|Lewis, Clark and Sacagawea
In Havre live two families with close connections to our own town of Spirit, Wisconsin. One of them actually is originally from Spirit, and moved to Havre some years ago. They now run an Ice Cream Shop right on the main street of town, Scotty’s Ice Cream. Be sure to stop by if you are ever up that way. They have good ice cream and it tasted especially good on a 90° + day.
The other family has never lived in Spirit, but the mother of the dad of this family was raised in Spirit, and he still has relatives there. Surprise, surprise, I am one of them! I really enjoyed catching up with these two families, and greatly benefited and marveled as I listened to them tell of some of the lessons that they had learned in their walks with the Lord.
|Even if you convert this to celsius, that is one cold night!
On the 4th of July Vivian and I started out early and drove as far as Thompson Falls, Montana. We passed through wide spaces, mountain meadows, and along rushing rivers to arrive in this small town in this far west Montana town. This morning, we will continue on to see friends who work at a Christian camp around Yakima, Washington.