Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Postcard from Heaven

Return to Swinging Bridge--big enough to go alone

Bill does take a good picture now and then--Lady Slipper postcard

God's Little Stream

I would never take the little pine cones from this fallen tree and put them in a bowl. Nope not me. . . 

Thankful for waterproof hiking boots

This guy is a hero

Her birthday is coming. . . bet you can't guess which one... 

Ba ba goaties, the real ones, not Mary's collection of stuffies. 

Sam's cairn

S'more s'mores. 

Calvin's postcard of Avalanch Lake

Last Day of School Photo Shoot--after school we left for Glacier


Return to the picnic rock at Avalanch Lake

Susan's smile

Trick Falls otherwise known as Twin Falls and Running Eagle Falls--Calvin is a little taller than last time

Postcard from Heaven

A new hike--to Stanton Lake and Stanton Glacier

Don't mind us little meadow buck. 

Make new hikes, and keep the old. . . first trip to Rogers Meadow--whoever Roger is. 
This was my fourth trip to Glacier as an adult. There isn't really a reason to go anywhere else. Except Hawaii in the Spring.

The first trip was on the train to the Izaak Walton Inn with the family. Then we came back with my mom and dad when he was sick in 2009. We came back with my mom in 2010 just because part of my dad was still in Glacier. This time we took Susan and Sam.

It was my dream--to bring everyone and camp in Fish Creek.
I'm looking at the photos almost a month later and reflecting on how the memory of the trip will be different than the actual trip. Isn't that how it goes? There are some moments you just don't take a picture of. (Bad grammar acknowledgemnet). I didn't have my phone out when the sewage from the toilet tank dumped out all over Bill's and my feet when we went to return the trailers and the valve was mixed up. Bill gets the crappy happy camper award.

Camping with seven family members for nine days is what it is, a combination of beautiful lakes and mountains, three showers in nine days, trailers with very little battery life, discoveries of lady slippers and ferns growing out of rocks. May our memories be more grain than chaff.

We drove down the bumpy dirt road to find the bridge where we took the picture of my dad in 2009, but it was getting dark and the road was very bad and we had to turn around. I was okay with that. I guess I didn't really want to see that bridge without him on it. On the way back to Fish Creek, I was teary. I turned around and looked out the back window. It was amazing. That sunset surely looked like the gates of heaven. We pulled over and I took that picture, which I fancied was Daddy's postcard from heaven.

We got home and hit the ground running--summer doesn't stand still around here. Thank goodness for the photographs, where time stands still and smiles and beauty are captured for an early morning blog entry. In time we will laugh at the crap chaff.

Thank you Lord, for sisters and cousins and grandmas and rushing mountain rivers and the myriad ferns and moss and pinecones. Thank you for the postcards from heaven. Amen.

They will grow up and cross the bridge alone

Thankful for this moment captured

This might require an explanation. Daddy used to carry me and his pack and we recreated that moment with Mary. Smile. 

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for writing this wonderful post. Love you! IWehad an amazing and blessed time with you all at Glacier.