A day in the parks

We left the little desert town of Dubois, Wyoming and quickly ended up surrounded by lots of tall pine trees, full rivers and snow. Lots of snow. At one crossing of the Continental Divide, Will (with sandals on), stood in snow that was almost to the top of the "Continental Divide" sign. We realized today how many different climates (micro climates?) we drove in and out of these last 2 days.

Grand Teton and Yellowstone parks far exceeded our expectations. I'm not sure exactly what we were expecting, but we passed it by. Besides being blown away by how huge the landscape was, Lisa was amazed by the natural formations of the geysers and the colors of the rocks around the openings. It reminded her of paintings. Will's favorite was the geysers, the deep snow, all the waterfalls, frozen lakes and the wildlife. (I told him to tell me one thing!) Hunt was in awe of the Tetons and Old Faithful. For some reason, (maybe it's good PR from Yellowstone), I've always wanted to see Old Faithful. Will and I took a walk around the Upper Geyser Basin where Old Faithful is and all of a sudden, Plume Geyser did its thing. I'll also never forget walking around West Thumb Geyser basin along the shore of Yellowstone Lake. Witches brews of hot sulfuric acid and steam, while Lisa, Will and I shivered in freezing drizzle. We were dressed for Atlanta (or at least Denver) in May, not Yellowstone! Of course, we could have spent several more days at those two parks, but we had a road to catch, so off we went. More to come about where we are this weekend--Bigfork, Montana, on the banks of Flathead Lake.

Uncharted Territory

Most of the places we'd been so far on this journey, except southern Missouri and Kansas, are places we'd been before. Lisa even knew Kansas from a Florida to Colorado trip she made when in college. After we left Denver and Boulder, though, we were in places we'd never been before. Heading out of Fort Collins, we were mostly off the interstate and on US 287. Lots of little towns in Wyoming. Yesterday was one of our longer driving days (about 7 hours) and it was incredibly beautiful. It really is wide open and big sky and all those things the state tourism board wants you to remember. During our time in Austin, the Texas Hill Country was our first real experience with wide open space like this, but since Texas hills aren't snow-capped Rockies, it's very different. Driving on 287 through the Wind River Valley, we saw stunning views of rock formations, mountains, rivers, streams and wide valleys. The thing we didn't see were people. It was if we had the road to ourselves. It's on the way to the Tetons and Yellowstone, so I'm sure it's busier later in the summer, but not now. Stopped for a picnic on a trout stream between Laramie and Rawlins and coffee in Lander. Our reservations for Wednesday night were at Two Pines Lodge & Cabins in Dubois. I'm sitting in the lobby of the lodge right now. Today we're planning to spend some time (not enough, I'm sure) in Yellowstone, then headed north to Montana.

Rocky Mountain Fever

(Lisa Here) We made it to Denver late Saturday Night. Half my family (Dad and his wife Jacque plus my brother Richard and his wife Angie and my nephew and niece Garrett and Tegan) live there. I lived in Denver for 1 year back in 1984. Jacque and Dad had an amazing salmon meal waiting for us. We stayed up late catching up on news and enjoyed getting settled for a few days in Denver. The next day we headed up to Mt. Falcon with my brother's family for a fun hike up to the top. We found a great view of Denver and Red Rocks. I later found that I had a unwanted visitor on my leg who decided to ride back to town with me. My first tick ever, but luckily I was in good hands with two nurses in the family. We enjoyed Memorial Day weekend just hanging with family, sitting outside on the patio and listening to my Dad's funny stories about being a rookie MP in NYC during the Korean War and before he shipped out to Japan. Lots of laughs.

On Tuesday we headed to visit our good friends Stacy, Chris and Billie Blue Hay who used to live across the way from us in Atlanta. Will and Billie were fast buddies at the age of 9months. We have not seen each other for a long while. We started our day off with a hike and talked about mountain lions and black bears throughout the hike. If we walked in a pack we figured, we would be in less danger. Ha! We then hung out in their hospitable home, laughed and ate great grilled vegetables, tofu, and rice. They are planning a trip to Portland and we hope Seattle this July. After an excellent breakfast of migas (Chris and Stacy are native Texans) and fresh fruit we got ready to head to Wyoming. Stacy then offered to cut Hunt's locks so we stayed a while longer then, took this funny picture out front of their house.

Travelin' thru Tornado Alley

(Hunt here.) Saturday morning we got our earliest start of the trip leaving Wichita for Denver. We made sure we drove through Greensburg, Kansas. See Will's paragraph below to learn why. We didn't realize a tornado had hit around there the night before until we drove past a bunch of fallen trees and an overturned 18 wheeler. And it was only a few miles from Greensburg. When we got to town, they were having their Rodeo Parade right down the main drag, which now had only one original building on it. Lisa met a rancher couple (in the photo with Will), who told us all about the storm and aftermath. It reminded me of how people on the Gulf Coast told their story over and over to anyone they encountered. They were very kind people and gave us big hugs when we finally got in the car and headed west to Dodge City. Didn't see Wyatt Earp, Miss Kitty, Festus or any other real or imagined cowfolks, but did get a picture of Boot Hill and Gunsmoke Street.

(Will here.) I wanted my mom and dad to see greensburg because I saw a show on discovery channel the tornado last year. They are rebuilding the town green. It's very important and good example for other towns. We took a picture of the arts center, which is made of wood and has lots of glass. It's environmentally friendly.

Tulsa to Wichita

It's really nice to be able to make this leisurely trip across country. It's given us a chance to connect with important people in our lives, plus we're able to meander around some places that we've usually flown over. I was grateful we were able to stop at Osage, Forest of Peace, a Benedictine monastery in Sand Springs, Oklahoma. It's a place I've gone on two retreats and each time I was renewed and reinvigorated. The first time I went was after my ordination to the diaconate and after taking the General Ordination Exams during seminary. The second time I went there was after the summer our rector at St. Paul's went on sabbatical. Both times I had a lot to reflect on. This time, I was able to show Lisa and Will around and introduce them to Sister Pascaline Coff, the spiritual director and founder of the house. We had a delicious lunch and met some of the retreatants. Because the sisters are all aging, the order decided to close Osage and relocate most of the sisters, allowing it to become a lay contemplative community. Sr. Pasacaline has agreed to stay for a year to facilitate the transition. It was after a 1970s trip to Shantivnam, Father Bede Griffith's Christian ashram in India, that Sr. Pascaline founded Osage. I'm fortunate to have made two retreats there while it was still a Benedictine monastery. I also look forward to going back sometime early next year for a retreat as they make the transition.

After lunch and a short walk, we got back in the car and made our way across half of Oklahoma and then north into Kansas. We're spending the night in Wichita. After dinner, we walked around Old Town, which is sort of a shopping mall built into old buildings, although it's pretty nice. Then we walked around the park on the Riverfront, which we thought was pretty spectacular, particularly the statue pictured above--the Keeper of the Plains, and the plaza that surrounds it. We plan to be in Denver sometime late in the day on Saturday.

Arkansas or bust

We arrived at Roger and Cindee's house in NW Arkansas on Tuesday night. Roger and Hunt graduated from seminary together and he planted the Episcopal congregation in Bentonville, which is home to this retail company you may have heard of. Took us longer than we thought it would to get across southern Missouri, particularly after Hunt fell head-first into a rushing creek when he bent over to see if the water was cold. We stopped for picnic and ended up with a little drama and a very cold swim to break up the trip. Will offered advice from "Man vs. Wild," fearing hypothermia might set in.

Some people would cross the mighty Mississipp at St. Louis, others at Memphis. But not us-we crossed at Wickliffe, Ky. No arches (St. Louis), no pyramids (Memphis), just flat land and two-lane roads. Tomorrow we're headed to Kansas, via Osage Monastery outside Tulsa, where we're stopping for lunch. (It's a place I've gone on retreat a couple of times and I want Lisa and Will to see it. We might not be driving thru Tulsa for a long time.)

Change o' plans

The Kentucky Primary is tomorrow, and as it turns out, Bill Clinton was making a tour of Kentucky campaigning for Hillary. It's not every day a current or former occupant of the White House comes to Mt. Sterling; probably Harry Truman in '48. So we decided to stay around for a few more hours because we heard late yesterday that former Pres. Clinton was going to be giving a speech from a front porch on High Street, just around the corner from my mother's house. Will took this shot from the front row where he was standing. His grandmother was right behind him, while his parents and great aunt and other friends stood behind the barrier.

Sunday in Mt. Sterling

We've had a good weekend seeing family and friends. Lots of people have turned out to wish us well on our journey and our new life in Washington state. We spent Sunday morning at the Church of the Ascension. It's where I spent a lot of Sunday mornings as a child with my grandmother Ruth and my Aunt Sara. It's also where Lisa and I were married in 1994. For 43 years, Mary Margaret Taul has cooked breakfast for parishioners--scrambled eggs, bacon, grits and toast. It's one of the things you can count on year after year, rector after rector. She gave me a big hug and we caught up on news and had some good laughs. She's tired, she said, but couldn't imagine not doing it. After breakfast, Will and Hunt sat in on the adult Sunday school class, where everyone wanted to know all about the parish on Mercer Island. We told them about the great people there and the pretty church and grounds. I also mentioned that there wasn't a Baptist church on the island, which everyone thought was very funny, albeit a little odd! (There are 9 in our town of 5,000, with one each Episcopal, Catholic, Presbyterian, etc.) After Eucharist, we went out to a local lake for the parish picnic. The rest of the day we visited some more, ate some more and Lisa and I went for a run. Tomorrow, we begin the trip west: heading first to friends' lake cottage on Lake Barkley in western Kentucky, then across the Mississippi for a visit with friends in Bentonville, Arkansas.

Big fun

Lots of time earlier in the day recovering from the packing, moving, driving, then a fun party Friday night. My mother invited 30 or so family members and long-time family friends for dinner. Even my high school principal. We enjoyed spending time with everyone, particularly those we hadn't seen for a long time. Lots of good food, wine, storytelling and laughs. At the end of the evening, 8 of sat around and finished off two boxes of Ruth Hunt Candy, passing the box around the circle, taking a piece each time it passed. For some reason, we only took one photo the entire evening. It's of Lisa and Hunt's cousin, Emily Tighlman Peck ("Cousin Tillie"), whose mother started the above mentioned candy business.

Packed, ready and on our way

It was tough, I'm not going to lie to you. It seemed like we kept finding tiny little things that needed to be put in a box of other tiny little things that were unrelated to each other. I wonder if I'll ever find my clerical collars or our alarm clock. We were a little behind schedule, but left Newnan and Atlanta in rain that didn't let up until we arrived at my mother's in Mt. Sterling, Kentucky--my old kentucky home, or this one. The rain seemed like a good omen and certainly put us in a Seattle frame of mind. We also drove through three Starbucks between Newnan and Mt. Sterling. When there's a Starbucks in Dalton, Ga., you can rest assured they're taking over the world.

Will is one of the boxes duct-taped to the top of the car (see photo above); we're just not sure which one it is.

On a serious note, we're going to miss so many people in Newnan and in Atlanta. New friends and people we've known for a long time and we take you with us in our hearts.

Will Here!!!

It feels weird to leave Newnan. Cause I have a lot of friends down in the sunny south land. i had a very nice 3rd grade teacher. I liked her because she was down to earth and funny. I had good times in Newnan. This was when it snowed in Newnan this past January. I did not have any snow stuff but i had a camera. Thanks for looking at our blog.

Soon, we begin

We're a few days away from leaving Newnan (where we've lived for 3 years) and metro Atlanta where we've lived for almost 20. As I was finishing up some packing at my office, I came across this photo of much younger versions of Lisa and me. It was September 1993. At the time, we both worked for Delta and we'd planned a trip to Portugal. Something happened (flights filled up?) and we couldn't make that trip, so we decided to go to Seattle. The photo was taken on a trail on Mt. Rainier. That was a fun week for us, driving around western Washington and spending a few days in Seattle. We had a great couple of days exploring the city and particularly enjoyed listening to some good music at the Bumpershoot Festival. We both remember looking around at the festival and saying that Seattle might be a good place to live one day. If we ever got a wild hair....(hunt)