Picnic

The sun shines upon our windshield as we drive down the Blue Ridge, blaring 106.9 as we drive ’round bikers and sight seers toward the top of Grandfather Mountain.

Finally, we get there and we pull over and park. We pull the picnic stuff out of the back, the basket and the food and the sparkling water and the blankets. We take the short hike up through the trees, waving to other hikers, families and couples and elderly people with dogs.

We reach the top. We go out to the edge and look out. People are taking selfies. We stretch out our blanket and set up shop. We talk about the day, of work and worries, of small celebrations. We eat every last morsel and drink every drop, then we pack up and go home.

The view is just as lovely going down. It’s not about the journey or even the destination, but the time together. You gotta redeem the time while you can, cuz it’s fleeting. That’s for sure.

In the meantime, we’re happy just being us.

Hwy 55 Burger

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Today I tried the Hwy 55 Burger: 55 oz. burger with fries and a drink. I didn’t eat all of it, but it was delicious and I had a lovely conversation with the staff. I love how even attempting to do the incredible enlivens people. It’s so easy to just go through the motions. It’s another thing entirely to really experience life for all it is worth.

 

7 of My Favorite Things

Some of my favorite things:

-Jesus Christ (glimpses of the depth of His love and mercy, plus whispers from the Holy Spirit)

-Exercise (soccer, weights, read-walks, running, hiking)

-Sunshine (the warmer, the better)

-Food (esp. Mexican, Japanese, and phở, plus In-n-Out)

-People (all walks of life, whoever wants to have a good conversation)

-Music (esp. 70’s folk, Hillsong, show tunes, and the Wheeland Brothers)

-Nature (esp. mountain forests and ocean adventures)

What are some of yours?