Sunday, July 20
After weighing our trailer yet
again, discovering that we were overweight (the story of my life), and
dumping items back into the storage unit, we finally hit the road Sunday
morning. Traveling north was not a problem, but when we turned at Salina smooth
travels changed. The relentless Kansas wind buffeted us and we began the slow
dance down the highway that I dubbed "The Sway". I can usually read
for hours while traveling without issues, but not this time. Thankfully, we
stocked up on some audio books so I was able to look straight ahead, plunging
my thoughts into the fictitious world of the novel's characters while
keeping my cookies intact.
We had hoped to make it into
Wyoming, but due to the high winds we drove slowly. After 11 hours we pulled
into Ft. Collins, Colorado for some food and much needed rest. We settled
in quickly, had a great night's rest and prepared for another day of adventure.
The Winds, by Shawna Goodwin
The winds, they blow us all
around
Making progress slow
And though we weave back and
forth
Onward we must go.
I surely hope as we traverse
The winds begin to still
For if they don’t I’m quite
afraid
That I shall become ill.
Monday,
July 21
God continues to watch over us as
we travel toward Alaska. We climbed a lot of "hills" through Wyoming
and encountered road construction, some of which required us to pass over
narrow one-lane bridges. I think we both were holding our breath each time we
had to navigate between cones and guardrails. We met up with my mom in
Billings, MT who was visiting relatives and chatted for a few minutes
before journeying on toward Bozeman.
It is customary for David to be
the driver while I ride shotgun, navigating our way by consulting with the Rand
McNally atlas. I prefer a map over our Tom Tom most of the time so that I can
see the entire state at a glance, however it’s nice to have the GPS when we are
searching for specific addresses such as our hotel.
We spent the night at the Lewis
and Clark hotel in downtown Bozeman. It was 10:00pm and the town was abuzz with
activity. Pedestrians were strolling up and down the streets or were
seated in outdoor cafes. It would have been fun to join in, but we were both
exhausted and ready to be out of the truck and into a comfy bed.
“On the Road Again” sung to the
tune of, well “On the Road Again.”
On the road again,
I can’t wait to get on the road
again.
The life I love is sitting on my
sore rear end
And I can’t wait to get on the
road again.
On the road again,
Going places that I’ve never
been,
Not slowing down to find the
history therein
We must continue on the road
again.
On the road again
Like a herd of turtles we go down
the highway.
The Atlas is our friend
Who needs the GPS to show us the
way?
And our way
Is on the road again,
I can’t wait to get on the road
again.
The life I love is sitting on my
sore rear end
And I can’t wait to get on the
road again.
Tuesday,
July 22
Our first destination of the day
was Great Falls, MT. The drive from Helena to Great Falls took us through a
beautiful canyon where numerous fly fishermen dotted the waters of the Missouri
River. We realized we were traveling through the setting of A River Runs
Through It, one of David’s favorite movies.
We continued on toward Great
Falls where we had plans to meet my older brother, Alan, who is a track coach
at the University of Great Falls. We joined him on the campus, did a little
maintenance on our rig and then visited his office. Afterward we went to lunch.
It would have been nice to spend more time with him, but onward we must go.
We reached the border at Coutts,
Alberta and after answering a few standard questions, we were sent on our way
with a smile. That was a big answer to prayer and we still have all of the steaks in the cooler. No BBQ on the Border.
We decided to spend the night in
Lethbridge. We had planned on using the truck tent once we entered Canada, but
the price of the campground was not that much different than a hotel, so
we decided not to break out the tent just yet. We were blessed to find a hotel
that comes with an incredible view from the back parking lot. There is a
footpath that winds among rolling hills, which are nestled in-between two
bluffs, and there is a long railroad bridge connecting the two sides. At
sunset, the view was simply amazing.
We look forward to many more
remarkable sites on this life changing adventure.
Psalm 98:8
Let the rivers clap
their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy.
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