4th of July. Independence Day. A day of celebration, socializing with friends and family, fireworks fun and remembering our heritage.
Sitting fireside, my husband & I were able to reflect on our past year this 4th. It was a day marked in a transition point of our lives. It was last year on the 5th, we left for Toronto, ON Canada for 8 months. We took a month and drove cross-country through Washington- Mt. Adams area down the Klickitat River into Oregon where we stayed at Emigrants Camp, and on to Idaho where we stayed with Chippie “Fatty McFat” and his gang under the stars riverside, and on into Yellowstone Nat’l. Park where we spent 3 wonderous days & nights wishing for more. Reluctantly, we moved on into Wyoming where my engine decided to call it quits at Bear Lodge. Instead of frustrating ourselves with it on a Sunday, we went fishing. (My husbands old stomping grounds when he drove cattle accross the range) Unbenknowance to us that the cavilry had been called into his family who was 20 miles away. We stayed in a tipi at their RV park while our car was being fixed for a week, and that is where all of this Tipi living originated… BY ME!!!
Choosing to stay in at camp instead of watching the fireworks was the best decision we could have made. Sharing a bottle of wine, sitting fireside, chatting and remeniscing as we watched a meteor shower. God was giving us his own fireworks show! How much more romantic can you get?
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