Episode 24 of Journeys – Feb 2011: California Coaster Train Ride, beaches, water, sand, seal lions, scooters, baby boy cuteness, aerial video over San Diego from helicopter, and more!
We set up email accounts for our oldest son (9) and daughter (7). Our daughter Reayah turns out to be quite the writer (which we already knew from her exploits with pencil and paper). What is particularly fun is to see how the electronic medium captures the way she thinks. It really is quite thrilling and entertaining. So, after receiving the first email she sent to me I find myself compelled to set up a category for her musings and hope to keep up with posting at least some of her deep thoughts.
We can all learn a lot from the ponderings of a child (or at the very least enjoy a good laugh at their simple, amusing, innocent wackiness). I have not modified spelling or wording in any way whatsoever.
ReayahMail #1
(1/30/2011, age 7)
Dad can you believe I got my own Email? It is funny that we were in the same house but are sending each other an email.
I wonder what you will send me for your email. Well you know what you will send. I to can not wait for emails. [ Funnys ] SO my old man you have much in comen.
DO you know that the first thing on earth is underwear? Ha Ha!
PLEASE EMAIL BACK
Episode 23 of Journeys – Jan 2011: California beaches, water, sand, waves, and lots of frolicking in a southern coastal winter playland including tide pools and more!
Episode 22 of Journeys – Jan 2011: The adventures we had on the road south for winter, dunes in CO, caves in NM, epic hikes along the way, and more!
We’ve been near Deming, New Mexico for the last couple nights – paused for Sabbath – and tomorrow we continue westward towards California. Yesterday we took a drive around the area to explore the local parks. Such a fascinating place with the dry, arid landscape mostly flat but the occasional massive rock formations leaping into the sky and the interesting pueblo construction in most of the dwellings.
We drove up into a national park called spring canyon and arriving around 3pm were a little miffed that yet again the gate would be closing – this time at 4pm. We paid our $5 entry fee anyway and set out to see what kind of adventure we could cram into an hour. Bennah, Reayah and I managed to scramble several hundred feet up rocks and scree and cactus to an incredible view while Renee and the little ones tried to fly kites.
I still haven’t gotten the report on how that went because as we were slipping and sliding back down as safely and yet quickly as possible I became aware of two things. First: in pushing to get to the top I had underestimated the time we’d need to get back down and we weren’t going to make it by 4pm. Second: there was another vehicle still there too and I had heard the echo of someone yelling earlier. It hadn’t sounded distressed, but it had ben from far away and I began to wonder.
Enough of the way back down to trust my two oldest in making it the rest of the way on their own I cut across the rocks and angled down to intercept the driver of the other vehicle who had slowly started up the canyon trail below.
It was 4pm. His friend from Texas had not returned and he wasnt in the kind of shape to go up in the canyon to look for him. I coordinated with Renee, got his phone number, and headed up the trail as fast as I could.
Some running, some walking, some climbing and scrambling later – probably a mile or so – I had been praying and thinking about 127 Days and periodically calling out “hello!?” – oh and there was no kidding this little skunk just a couple feet away that I didn’t notice until I was passing it and was thrilled I didn’t get spayed – finally comes this response from above me to one of my calls: “praise the Lord?” To which I responded: “praise the LORD! Are you ok?”
Turns out the gentleman was just enjoying creation without a care in the world and no idea that the gate was supposed to have been closed 40 minutes ago. He appologized for the trouble but I told him it was no trouble at all – I was glad he was alright.
He had been way out there even high up, and said he’d had a vision in a whirlwind. I asked him to describe it. He said:
“There are so many trees fallen down… People that need someone to lift them up and replant them… And there are so many with thorns in them…”
There are many many stories by way of which I ought to bring this record up to date. And I hope to, but this day stands alone. And I will not (yet) even attempt to add paltry detail in words, for they would distract you from what the pictures have to say:
[after 3 bowls of soup]:
“I’m too full to drink… Can I have more crackers?”
(age 5)
Episode 21 of Journeys – Nov / Dec 2010: Our time in Denver – cutie Joy, splashing in cold creeks, playing on playgrounds, Bennah’s pipe mugicianist masterpiece, and a lot of random life slices.
