This life is a journey:
Time is flying. I am struggling. It is not with the writing of my book or creation of my online course, or my staying home this summer when I had a glorious 3-month adventure around the country last summer…it is what I make of it all. As soon as I decide to take action on a project I have waited to do forever, I switch into some other kind of mode. As if vacation is over and now I have to “work” with assignments constantly hanging over my head, and pressure from my internal authority figure. Is she a teacher? A critical parent? Is she a disciplinarian wearing a buttoned-up black suit, tight bun, and walking around smacking a ruler into her hand, ready to strike if I let up, breathe, or even stop? It is so weird. I have never had any of these manifestations in my outer life, yet I am driven, and as soon as I begin- their energy shows up from within. The years go by, and I still feel like the school girl in 7th grade at the new, private, all-girl school in which I have to make the honor roll or else. Yes, I want to get these things done. I want to see how much money I can generate, I want to have my voice heard and become visible…but not like this. Let me go back to that mysterious jail cell and get her. My bright, sweet, hard working, perfectionistic self. Let me lovingly take her hand and lead her out of the prison into the clean, fresh air and streaming sunshine. Let me show her the flowers, the trees shimmering with light in the gentle breeze, and let her hear the birds singing. There is another way to do this. To do all of this. My father’s fear, my mother’s rebellion, the rules my siblings and I adopted and remind each other of on a regular basis, my teachers from years gone by, and Mrs. D. Poor, angry, tight Mrs. D. projecting her rage, her excruciating judgments, and life of 24/7 personal imprisonment onto me…God bless them all. I want to gently bless each one, and quietly slip out of the suffocating, cellophane wrapping of expectations that I agreed to wear on their behalf, or out of love and duty, or just because I thought they knew and I didn’t. I want to walk freely, easily, and deliciously into a new beginning. There is another way to do all of this. My own, personal dance with the Divine. My hand in Yours, God. Beauty surrounding us. Stepping out into the open air. I would love to dance, play, discover, explore, and create with You. A long, luxurious, refreshing breath. We shall begin again. ❤️
Such a beautiful and bittersweet day! We spent the last day of our glorious trip by doing something we love to do every year around this time. We are staying in our usual campground in Reinbeck and we went apple picking at Fixx Brothers fruit farm. It was truly like coming home again in the best possible way. Later we took the pups to a dog park by the Hudson River for them to play and swim, and now we are waiting for a special takeout dinner to take back and eat at our little home on wheels. Tomorrow we pack up and return home. We’ve been talking about favorite places, biggest lessons learned, funniest moments, plans for the future and more. My sweet friend April told me a while back that we’ve had a summer filled with many wonderful gifts, now let this be a year of unwrapping and savouring every one. Best advice ever I think. While I’m sad to see this end, I am looking forward to the adventures that lie ahead. This life is a miracle!
As we packed up and prepared to say goodbye to Lake George yesterday, we happened upon a settlement of soldiers that were camping on the shores of the lake for the weekend. Actual tents, authentic cookware, hot uniforms and the ladies in long dresses on a 86° day. I went up to 2 of the soldiers and said “I hate to have to ask this, but which war are you fighting?” It was the French and Indian war and these guys were great. They explained that in a few years they would be fighting on different sides in the revolutionary war, and that their captains would leave them here when this war ended to fend for themselves rather than take them home again to possibly start a revolution back home. The guy on the left had a legitimate Scottish accent and the guy on the right was Irish and said he was told “either enlist or die”. Their guns were so heavy to lift, let alone carry, along with their tents and belongings, I decided to stop whining when I have to carry my water bottle along on a hike. They had a battle on the field that was really impressive, even though only 4 guys died out of many who were all shooting at each other. They did have to wait for the truck delivering the Porta Potties to clear the field before the battle could begin (Elijah said they were very impressive chamber pots), and some of the captains arrived in a golf cart. It was a wonderful surprise to travel back in time. The last photos are part 2 from our wonderful day swinging in the trees when we hiked with the pups, had a cookout at the camper, and then went to the drive-in theater to see a late night showing of “Jungle Cruise”. Do you get a sense that we are packing in as much as humanly possible in these last days of our road trip?
A DAY SO SPECTACULAR that I have to share it in 2 parts!
Yesterday we did the Adirondack Extreme Adventure Course which has a number of high altitude courses in the trees equipped with zip lines, rope swings, nets & more. It was AMAZING!!! None of us have ever done anything like that before, and we managed to make it through 5 courses together (#5 being much more difficult and advanced ) before the park had to close and our bodies had to rest. Ernie has always had a fear of heights, yet he became fearless as the day went on and the kids amazed me with their strength, focus, and willingness to try anything. There were plenty of laughs as well (like this first video of Ernie early in the course attempting to do his Tarzan yell while tackling the “Tarzan Swing” into a net suspended high in the trees. I loved everything about this adventure. The personal victories, the problem solving, the team work and support, the trees, our togetherness, and the flat out fun. We ended the day by taking the dogs for an off leash romp in the woods with a beautiful waterfall, a cookout around the campfire, and a late night movie at the drive in theater!!!!
The Good News is that my replacement phone arrived at our campground in time for me to get some photos of this glorious day at Lake George, and it was indeed, a glorious day!
The Bad News (at least for now) is that I cannot seem to retrieve the information on my damaged phone including important texts, my notes from our trip, personal data, my photos that had not been backed up and more. I will take it to Verizon when I get home and pray for a miracle. In the meantime, I am back up and running, and tomorrow morning we are doing something I have never done before that I am VERY EXCITED about. Here is a little hint: it has to do with some very tall trees (-;
BENEATH THIS RICE lies my cell phone that got a little too much Maid Of The Mist moisture yesterday and my phone seems to have had enough of our grand adventure
If the rice doesn’t revive it, I will have no phone, no messaging, and no more of my own photos till I get home, because Verizon says I need to order my new phone online and have it delivered and can’t just get one in the store up here. The good news is that you can still reach Ernie, Eli, and Tatiana, and the kids take amazing photos. Just wanted to let you know in case I seem particularly quiet in the next few days. Maybe I am meant to be particularly quiet for a while and simply take in these last few days of my most amazing summer ever. All things work together for good…
The Magnificent Power Of Water!
Our day at Niagra Falls was both breathtaking and thrilling! We took the MAID OF THE MIST boat trip up close to the falls, and oh my goodness! The sound of the falls thundering down around us, the forceful spray that soaked our faces, and the rocking boat followed by a perfect rainbow took us all by surprise. We ended the day with s’mores by a campfire until Mother Nature decided to impress us once again with lightning, thunder, and a downpour that sent us running inside for cover. My mama’s words were ringing in my ears tonight. “Oh girls, just LOOK at the beautiful world God made for us!” I am looking mama, and I love what I see!
A Tribute To Skylar and Riley!
As our Epic Family Road Trip is winding down, on a rainy day at the campground, I want to take a moment to acknowledge our pups. They have been with us 24/7 for 3 months…riding thousands of miles through all kinds of terrain, sitting quietly under tables in outdoor dining establishments, staying on leash in every national park when they would rather be running wild, holding their tongues when they’d like to bark their heads off at other dogs, deer, bison and more, sitting patiently in the front seat guarding the camper when they weren’t allowed go in with us, and adapting and readapting to our ever changing routines. Dogs are amazing companions, friends, support systems, and therapists. I had my doubts about taking them on this kind of adventure, and worried about the challenges that might arise from bringing them with us, but now I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you Skylar and Riley!