Bubbling and gurgling sweet magma.
Oozing and pulsing with apparant life.
Regretfully dreaming of the smore that will never be.
Cubs Scouts like to burn things. This group is trained well enough to not throw trash on the fire (much). And with carcoal, the temptation to feed the fire more sticks is lessened. But there is a big loophole in the roasting of marshmallows.
We drove "the mother road today" and even stopped at Cadilac Ranch."
After a detour down Palo Duro Canyon, we finally arrived home some 1600+ miles later.
Danger in the form of the Ice Beast (scientific name: Lainus Grrrrgus) angered by the radio interference of the comminication array. Danger looking for a strong Internet signal.
We caught Uncle Bubba at lunchtime. So the boys had ice cream. No, Patrick doesn't really like mint chocalate chip.
Thunder and Lighting and Cobras, yeah! & I have shiny Isotopes shirt.
Not a pagent. Not The Greatest Story Ever Told with C. Heston as John the Baptist.
And to me even deeper than the Palm Sunday Passion with the Gospel focus on the actions of disciples, the Romans and the Jews (basically in my view, OUR faults and reasons we NEED Jesus' sacrifice and gift of salvation).
However, what I get from The Stations is a chance to really focus on Christ's sacrifice and trials. I find myself especially touched by His falls and stumbles. If Christ can fall and still be Christ, then any of us can acheive grace and forgiveness, no matter how hard the fall.
The pilot confirmed that we had just passed over Monroe, birthplace of Delta. But we were usally right above or just north of the interstate, so I missed LA Tech.
I almost missed Minden as well. It is so tiny. But I definately made out the upper and lower Caney Lakes. That means I was looking right over my house. Too bad the angle did now allow me to use my camera phone.
