Vacation rambling
Conquerors of Angel Island's Mt. Livermore 781' high...and we biked/hiked every single one of them.
The Courtyard of Francis Ford Copola's winery in Napa
We went to Shakespeare @ Stinson beach were three guys do all of Shakespeare's 37 plays in 97 minutes...we laughed so hard we cried.
dude...that bridge was windy
A bird's eye view of Tiburon (where we stayed) from about 1/2 way up Angel Island's Mt. Livermore
Grape vines and some nuts in Yountville (near Napa)
and that's not even the biggest one (Muir woods)
Sailing was our biggest adventure...it looks pretty now...but there's a reason they call it 'hurrican alley'
The Watersedge hotel back deck. Usually you can see the city across the bay...dad gum fog.
A park sign posted at the Bootjack trailhead where we started our trek into down into the Muir woods canyon...the second paragraph reads; "Keep children clost as mountain lion are especially drawn to them"...yikes.
Just after lift-off. Heather with her mommy.
that's some big ol' cable holding up the golden gate bridge.
Sunny and sailing as we left Tiburon
Sam's cafe is a must...It's got one of very few public piers for folks to 'pull up' and grab a bite.
Quite a different perspective
Light at the end of the tunnel
I watched the sunset tonight in
Corbin, KY from the patio area of a Hampton Inn, it lasted for with seemed like an hour or so. At first, light was concentrated around the ball of the sun as it neared the horizon but as it dipped out of sight light filled, painted and highlighted the expanse of the sky and clouds untill even those reaching the horizon behind me were alight with color and life...bright yellow, then orange, red and finally red and purple as darkness replaced the light.
Many thoughts ran through my mind tonight;
A 17 yr old niece-in-law who lost her life in a car accident this past weekend in California, her family and friends who, in no small way, will mourn her absence.
A online acquantance who is suffering through the apparent silence of God on issues that matter deeply to him.
A friend who is struggling with alchohol, joblessness, marriage and all the crap that goes along with such matters.
My seeming absence of intimate time with Jesus througout our very active family vacation.
Then...well...then it occured to me that no matter the present darkness, the sun will rise again. That, in reality, the sun didn't move at all...it was my location on the earth that rotated away from it...and that Jesus, the eternal light, indwells me, accepts me, loves me and intently desires to know me.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, a new day, in which I hope to experience all of the sun possible.
