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Yesterday, April 11 was our anniversary—and this year it was the first day of a month of traveling together for LST. I can’t say for sure, but it is probably not the first time we have been traveling on our anniversary.  The blessing is that Sherrylee and I have done most of our traveling together over our forty-one years of marriage.

 In fact, we traveled together quite a lot while we were dating. We started dating in the summer/fall of 1969 and that Christmas we drove together from Fort Walton Beach, Florida,–her home—to my home in Fort Worth, Texas, 775 miles, spending one night with her uncle Richard’s family in Gretna, New Orleans on the way.  Within the next 12 months, we drove to Atlanta, to Missouri, to Searcy, and back and forth from Oxford, Mississippi, where I was working, so from the beginning, we have enjoyed the road.

Since then we have driven and flown uncountable miles, and certainly 90% of them have been together, so surely we have something to share about traveling with your spouse—or just traveling together and making it work!

  1. 1.       Traveling together doesn’t mean you travel the same way. Sherrylee and I pack differently, so we always opt for two small suitcases instead of one larger one. We have an understanding that we don’t pack into each other’s suitcases unless there is no other choice.  It just makes things work better.
  2. 2.       Sherrylee is more spontaneous, so I decide where we are going to spend the night, and she works out what we do along the way.  That satisfies my need to know where we are going and hers for having surprises along the way.
  3. You never have more time to talk about your life than when you are on a long trip. Every major crisis or decision in our life has taken hundreds, if not thousands, of miles to talk through.
  4. Don’t start the deep talking in the first hour of your trip. It takes a little time to decompress from packing up and getting out the front door before you are really relaxed enough to start taking on heavy topics.
  5. Road trips are great places to share audiobooks.  In the states, we have used Cracker Barrel book rentals, but now you can just rent online, download into your MP3 player and listen in the car.  Podcasts are also something that we listen to together in recent years. We especially like News from Lake Wobegon by Garrison Keillor—which is a free subscription.
  6. I’m OK when she wants to sleep for a couple of hours, and she’s OK when I want to listen to a ballgame. She usually reads magazines while I listen, and I usually think while she sleeps. (I know that makes me sound weird, but I’m basically an introvert with a very active interior life!)
  7. Our one big area of conflict after all these years has to do with someone’s definition of SHOPPING as recreation! Smartphones with lots of apps are an answer to prayer! I find a place in almost any kind of store and entertain myself while Sherrylee shops.

As you have noticed, most of these suggestions have to do with road trips—which we both strongly recommend to you. But traveling by air has its own set of lessons. For instance:

  1. Trust your spouse to have brought her passport/ID and don’t keep asking about it.
  2. You can get aisle seats across from each other, so everyone gets the seat they want.
  3. You can get lots of reading done at the gate, while your spouse browses the Duty Free store.
  4. Sometimes one of you is a little more anxious about ticketing, security, customs, and immigration  (me!) than the other (Sherrylee), so you might need to give them a little more space during those moments!

After all the miles, we love each other more and would always choose to travel together rather than apart.  As you can read between the lines, we’ve had our meltdowns while traveling—like the time Sherrylee threw the map out the window because I wasn’t following her instructions!  Now she doesn’t take it as personally because I don’t always do what the navigation system says to do either!!

So, go jump in the car and go somewhere with the one you love the most. It’s great for your marriage! And if you find yourself on the road on your 41st anniversary, may you be as happy as we are!

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Canyonland in Utah

We left beautiful Pagosa Springs, Colorado–in a frosty temperature of 18 degrees–and started west. I knew that we were going to spend all of one driving day crossing Utah and then all of the next day crossing Nevada, with our final destination being the Tahoe area of California—but I had no idea what to expect. We had never been in either state—except for flying through their hub airports.

I had flown once to Seattle via Salt Lake City, and I remember looking out the window of the airplane and thinking that I was looking at moonscape below—the most barren and the most unusual landscape that I had ever seen—but I wasn’t quite sure exactly where we were in the air, so I didn’t know if we were driving toward the moon or not!

Those two days of driving , however, were two of the most fascinating and interesting days of driving that I have ever done.

Millions of years ago—give or take a few days—a large body of water we now call Lake Bonneville covered much of the present state of Utah as well as parts of Nevada and Idaho. At the bottom of the lake was sand rich in iron ore, so when the lake was gone, it left a lot of red sand that then under pressure became sandstone. Over the years the wind and the rain have eroded the large sandstone rocks to carve out huge and beautiful cliffs and gorges, mesas and canyons, arches and every other imaginable shape rock—not just in one place like you might think of the Grand Canyon being, but across the whole state of Utah. We drove over 400 miles across the whole state with our mouths gaping (I know, that’s not a pleasant thought, is it!) at the beauty God created

What was God thinking as He spoke Utah into existence? Maybe, let’s just see what We can do with sand. After all, look what we did with mesquite trees in Texas and what We did ex nihilo in Kansas! We already did mountains in Colorado, so let’s try just sandstone in Utah!  Great choice!.

Nevada stop on the Loneliest Road in America

The next day we took Highway 50 across Nevada, called “The Loneliest Road in the United States!”  It was not the ugliest road, but the towns are few and far between. Across the entire state, we ascended   one beautiful mountain pass, going down the other side to enter into an even more beautiful valley with another range of snow-crested mountains right in front.

This is the route the Pony Express riders took!  No wonder that mail service only lasted about eighteen months. Those passes in the winter must have been miserable riding conditions. Add hostile cowboys and Indians, and it is amazing the mail ever arrived in Sacramento—but it almost always did—an amazing story!

It was also the route of the Wells Fargo stages, so whenever there was a town, it was typically also a stagecoach and pony express stop as well.

As we were going by one box canyon, Sherrylee saw a large herd of cows being rounded up and tended by a group of cowboys on horses about 500 yards back off the road.  We drove by—but, of course, I was persuaded to turn around, so we drove back and took this gravel road  up to a barbwire fence about 300 yards from this group of working cowboys. This was going to be a great foto op, I thought, until Sherry decided to open the gate and go up and talk to the cowboys!!

Sherrylee approaching the herd!

Well, I decided to stay and just take pictures, but she walked about 100 yards toward the herd, when suddenly a group of about fifty cows seemed to spot her impudence and started heading down toward her. I wouldn’t say it was a stampede, but they were not walking toward her either.

Well, she sees them coming her way and starts—well, I wouldn’t say it was a dead run, but it was not walking either. She gets to the fence, throws it open and gets through it about 60 seconds ahead of the cows. She can’t get the gate quite back together, what with her feet moving so fast through the gate, so I quickly put the gate up and lock it down—as we had found it!

The herd –except for one calf—begins heading a bit more to the west and one of the cowboys follows them down and runs them back away from the fence.  All the while, Sherrylee is hollering at him, “Did I do this? Oh, I’m so sorry! Did I do this?”—thinking that she had at the best created a lot of work for these cowboys.

He came over and told her, no, no! The cows weren’t really interested in her at all! In fact, the cowboys were driving the whole herd down that way because they were finished branding and were turning them out into new grazing areas. Sherry and I had dodged a bullet!

The cowboy stopped and visited with us for a while. Turns out he is an electrical linesman and just does a little cowpunching on the side. In fact, he had brought his whole family—including children—so this 4-5 day event was their family’s spring break adventure!

He was very nice. They let Sherrylee go and promised not to warn the cowboys working other herds ahead of us!  And we had a great adventure and a story we will laugh and enjoy for the rest of our lives!

Sherrylee resting in Tahoe

We rested Sunday then in South Lake Tahoe, going to church, then sitting by the lake and enjoying the beauty of the world God created.

I thought about how much dust we had seen! Rocks are just compressed dust, the sand is big dust, now the salt in the Great Salt Basin is a different kind of dust, but smashed down, it is dust also.  Everything eventually returns to dust. Dust to dust! My dust too!

But I don’t think mountains sit around and marvel at the beauty of the alpine lakes, nor do the canyons marvel at the colorful rock with which they are created.  No, it is the imaginative, creative image of God in me that marvels—not my dust! I

It is that image of God that recognizes the Creator and praises Him for wonders of nature—all the gifts of His Hand. Thank you, Lord.

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