Wednesday, July 26, 2017

SHOCK--A DAY OFF!

I still have to stop and think about how to spell- Coeur d'Alene.  

WHERE did this name come from?

The first white people to encounter the Coeur d'Alene's were French trappers and traders. It was one of these Frenchmen who found the tribe to be vastly experienced and skilled at trading, thus the name "Coeur d'Alene,"meaning "heart of the awl." The nickname stuck.

Still have to think-even after writing it over and over!

You will be surprised--perhaps shocked to found out these people I travel with CAN relax!


Babs has family living in Coeur d'Alene.  She had no problem emailing and asking for a lake outing.  It is wonderful to have an obliging family!




Note--the small island in the picture
This is a floating tee for the golf resort.

We were given the royal treatment and grand tour by sister in law- Sue and nephew- Brent and Ginny.  Who would believe this beautiful sun bathed lake freezes over and is surrounded by snow in the winter!



The wind was up and the lake was choppy--so we headed to one of the connecting rivers.  Thank goodness for wind protection-- my stomach does NOT like to rock and roll!



















We spent an enjoyable and relaxing day---and OH YES---we might have eaten at the beautiful Coeur d'Alene resort.


AND--we needed the rest and nourishment to prepare to hit the hiking trail AGAIN tomorrow!





Psalms 65:8

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

SOMETIMES BETTER SENSE PREVAILS!


A couple of days of the trip were taken with riding the Coeur d'Alene biking trail.  Although I HATE missing out--better sense occasionally prevails!  For once I listened to my head and not my "Want To".  This trek was almost 90 miles---NO WAY would I survive that unscathed.  I wanted to be able to walk the remainder of the trip and that much sitting on a bicycle seat would NOT have been wise.


I DID get up and make the official "Trip Photo" and wave Bye-Bye!  NOW--look closely at these bikes.  They are cruisers---NO gears--NO hand brakes---old fashioned HEAVY bicycles.  The first day of the ride was almost 60 miles--on these babies.  MAYBE I WAS SMART!


The entire first day was at a slight down grade and all on a paved trail.  The girls did tell me--the bikes were so heavy they had to peddle every step of the way---NO COASTING like you would on a lighter bike.  



They spent the night in Harrison and rode to the end of the trail-Plummer and back to Harrison the next day.  The shuttle only picks you up in Harrison.  This added another 16 miles to the trek.  This day there was an upgrade coming back--NOT SO EASY.  The good news, they found better bikes to rent for the last section of the journey--GEARS-HANDBRAKES--the real deal!


Three of the group made it all the way to the end.  Susan went back early to get a shower before riding back in the shuttle---my kind of girl!

SO sometimes---when you are not in tip top shape--you miss out!  HEY SOMEBODY had to hold the home fort down!

For the Lord gives wisdom;
    from his mouth come knowledge and understanding;
Proverbs 2:6

Monday, July 24, 2017

CHERRY PICKING

The phrase, "Cherry Picking" denotes culling through items to select the best for oneself.  In the case of our Idaho trip, it can be interpreted literally--we went cherry picking the first day upon arrival and the last day upon leaving.



We hit cherry season perfectly!  I am not much of a cherry eater, but picked with the girls and added to their buckets.  We walked away the first trip with each of the four having in excess of 5 pounds.  They might could be accused of being cherry gluttons before the trip was over.



I might have been persuaded to take a bite of this fresh cherry pie a la mode after our trip to the orchard.





While on the hiking trail, we noticed the huckleberries were just beginning to ripen.  These are a favorite of the local bears.  These berries do not grow in clusters, but individually--it's beyond me how a bear makes a meal off this slim pickings!



BUT there is definite evidence of their love affair with this tart berry.



YES--this is bear scat--FULL of undigested berries.



Personally I prefer mine in a piping hot cobbler covered with ice cream



I missed the treat of picking raspberries along the bike trail.  The story of that ride is coming.



Then there was the last day and picking cherries to carry home.  They all ended up with close to 10 pounds before that session ended!  There might have been an almost "Incident" when someone was crushing the cherries in the overhead on the airplane.  I've seen babies not get as careful treatment as these girls gave their cherries on the L O N G trek home.



When we returned home, Sandra discovered cherries were $4.50 per pound here---as opposed to the just over a dollar in the orchard.  Perhaps their efforts were NOT in vain.

We had a Berry Good time while in Idaho!


 Every moving thing that lives shall be food for you.
 And as I gave you the green plants, I give you everything.
Genesis 9:3

Sunday, July 23, 2017

IT ALL MATTERS

EVERYTHING MATTERS

THANKING GOD

FOR GRACE

AND USING IT ALL

TO SHOW ME 

WHO

HE 

IS



SABBATH BLESSINGS,

DEAR FRIENDS

Saturday, July 22, 2017

MEANWHILE HERE IN THE HOOD

THE STACK

OF BOXES



IS

GROWING


AND THE

LIST

LENGTHENS


I'VE SEEN

GOD

ALL OVER IT

ALREADY!


LIVING OUT OF BOXES
HERE IN THE HOOD

Friday, July 21, 2017

THE PATH IS NOT EASY


 Looking at the beautiful pictures of our hikes, you probably get the idea the way up the trail is a leisurely stroll through God's greatest grandeur.


His beautiful creation can give you a false sense of serenity and calm marking the path to the top of the mountain.


Not unlike our trek through life, the path can be steep, treacherous, and filled with danger.  Though the trail occasionally evens out--most of the trek is a long way from easy.  A picture can never do justice to how steep the climb can often be.



Nor can you tell how hard and fast our hearts are pounding nor hear the gasping for more oxygen as we trek up and up.



A stroll through an avalanche field is no walk in the park.  It requires slowly picking your next step and always having your eyes peeled on the trail.




Yes that is snow on the opposite side of the lake.

The reward is always at the end of the trail and as we stopped to view the beautiful Stevens Lake, we were once again rewarded for the struggle.  

AND there is the one brave person among us, who meets the challenge of the ice cold lake in order to experience the full adventure.

video


For you see--the easy path is not always the best path.  Those who are brave enough and wise enough to chose the right path are rewarded with the great blessing of God's perfect path, when they dare to travel the harder road.


Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.”
Deutronomy 31:6



Thursday, July 20, 2017

GROPING AROUND IN THE DARK

One of our days spent in Northern Idaho consisted of riding bicycles on the Hiawatha trail.  The fact I have only been on a bicycle a couple of times in four years and have not put my rear on a saddle in a year would not deter me from saddling up with the posse.  Don't they say once you know how to ride a bicycle you never forget?



What they failed to tell me was immediately following the start is the first of many tunnels.  It is two miles long.  Now I certainly remembered how to ride a bicycle, BUT riding in a dark and wet tunnel with only a small beam of light MIGHT have pushed my "Nearing Panic" button.  WHAT WAS I THINKING???



This picture from the WWW would have you to believe you could actually see in the tunnel.  THAT WOULD NOT BE THE CASE.  It was pitch black and you could only see the lights pedaling toward you and the dim circle of light created by your LED flashlight.  In this--the longest of all the tunnels, it closely resembled a Broadway Parody of "Three Blind Mice"  --PLUS TWO.  The others quickly pulled ahead of me and I was in the back with only my twilight haze of light to try and avoid all the puddles of water and the the deep troughs of run off on each side.  I was truly groping in the dark and watching for the first glimmer of light that announced I might get out of this dark dungeon alive.  Sadly I determined my Claustrophobia is alive and well.



When we finally emerged in the daylight, I knew I would survive.  We then rode mile upon mile of trestles, switchbacks, and beautiful trails built on an old railroad track bed.  The scenery was breathtaking and the slight downgrade made the entire ride an exhilarating experience.

We began the ride in Montana and rode back to Idaho changing time zones on the way.  There was some confusion about the time for our pick up by the shuttle for the ride back to our car.  We somehow managed to make it with minutes to spare--quite by "blind luck"--pun intended.



We then load our bicycles and ourselves on a bright yellow school bus for the thirty minute ride back to the start.  The most frightening part of the entire adventure was the school bus ride up the hair pin switchbacks getting us back up the mountain.

SURPRISE---YOU HAVE TO RIDE YOUR BICYCLE BACK THROUGH THE TWO MILES OF DARK TUNNEL TO GET TO YOUR VEHICLE AND TURN IN  THE BICYCLES.  Since there is NO Plan B---you must get back on the bicycle and ride back through the pitch black tunnel.  Only thing is the tunnel is now FILLED with a large number of riders, making it even more treacherous.  



SOME of us needed to have to have our rears cleaned up after sloshing through the water and mud filled tunnel.



OH--BUT THE FUN WE HAD!



AND THE SIGHTS WE SAW!



When we relaxed after stumbling through the dark beginning!  Sometimes you have to take the plunge into the unknown and conquer the fear factor, to experience the biggest blessings!


"I will lead the blind by a way they do not know, In paths they do not know I will guide them I will make darkness into light before them And rugged places into plains These are the things I will do, And I will not leave them undone."
Isaiah 42:16