Idaho currently boasts a ridiculous number of forest fires. As a matter of fact, a friend flew in over the weekend and mentioned, from the air, it looked as though the whole state were ablaze.
Thankfully, I was able to rise above the smoke and ash . . .
It even had facilities. It served our view as we picnicked under a shade tree, in the safety of the car (bees can be so pushy and rude) . . .
Of course, let’s be serious, sometimes it’s just better to find a good tree. Eeh.
But I digress . . .
After lunch we continued up, where we happened upon sheep lounging hillside. Most were mooning us, but I caught a few sweet faces . . .
From there we planned to hike up to a scenic point–until the wind kicked up. Whoa, Nelly! This poor little fellow had to hold on for dear life . . .
So, we did the next best thing: we stood on level ground, looked up, and made pictures of the clouds. This one was a sleeping dragon, until it began to morph into a fish . . .
You know, God could have very easily plopped us in the middle of a barren wasteland and told us to have at it. Thankfully, he’s a God of details. I have a feeling he made such an intricate creation, not simply for ecological reasons, but because he knew. He knew there would be times we’d need to escape the fires of life. He knew there’d be sadness and stresses only nature could heal.
As we were driving up the mountain, our friend mentioned how her husband used to love to drive and drive. She would always remark, “You know, for every mile we travel this way, we’ll have to travel back.” Her girls hated it when she said that. While she didn’t say it aloud, I’m fairly sure if she had to do it over, she would ignore the chores left to be done, and simply enjoy the ride.
I’m fairly sure she would encourage us to do the same.