On Going to Emily's

After a few days at Emily's, Jenny and I drove over the mountains and home again today. That isolated stretch of Highway 20 that is nothing but curves and constant up or constant down, with virtually no signs of civilization, still feels like I'm following the Pied Piper into the evil mountain and will never be seen again.

However. By the grace of God the roads were nice today....again....only a few miles of packed snow, and the landmarks are becoming familiar: Sevenmile Camp, the sign for the Pacific Crest Trail. The top of Tombstone Pass makes a nice rest stop, since they keep the parking lot and restrooms open all winter. I listened to CD's of John Schmid and the KJV Bible and New Creation because I can't catch any radio stations. Jenny did her schoolwork most of the way. And that profound truth that I learned during our years in the North keeps being true: if you keep driving and driving you eventually get there.

This was probably my second-to-last jaunt to Emily's in Redmond. The next time I plan to go armed with helpers and Pine-Sol, and we'll help Emily pack up her stuff and schlepp it down all those stairs and then scrub the daylights out of her apartment.

Which means this whole Emily-across-the-mountains journey is coming to an end, even though it looked so nebulous and vague and desperate when we began. Which goes to show that God's grace is sufficient for the day, and if you keep driving and driving you eventually get there.

One of the many nice things about being at Emily's is getting restocked with Q'sOTD.

Quote of the Day:
Jenny[frowning at tuna can]: Why does it say, 'Chicken of the Sea?'
Emily: It's actually a misinterpretation. It's supposed to say, 'Chick of the Sea,' because it's really mermaid meat.
(as my sister says, Where does she come up with this stuff???