Well this letter was going to be never and now it is only late. Those of you who wish it were never can stop reading now. [Insert SMILE emoticon]
I think they match, maybe even exceed, the Grand Canyon for grandeur. Absolutely incredible. If you have not yet been to the Redwoods, you need to add it to your bucket list. Seriously.
I will tell two (maybe three….) Redwoods stories and then let the pictures do the communicating.
Camped in Del Norte Redwood State Park with Blaine and Cathy and family and Brad and Nikki and family, we wanted a campfire. Gathering wood was strictly prohibited and there was no wood to be purchased in the campground. There was no wood to be purchased at Wal-Mart or Safeway either. Not to be deterred, Lance went to Home Depot where he bought two 8 foot pieces of scrap 2 x 4, marked 70% off. He then had them cut it into 15 inch lengths. Waaa-laaa! For $3, he got twice as much wood as he would have, had he been able to purchase an $8 bundle in camp. More wood, less money. YEA LANCE!
The Redwoods are bear country. Though we had not seen hide nor hair of a bear, Miles was very bear aware. In fact, he was much more than bear-ly scared. Kept awake by his fears, he said a prayer. The next morning he shared the following with me.
“Mom, you know how when you pray you get answers to prayers and you just feel it; you feel a calm and you know it is right? …… Well I’d never felt that before but when I prayed last night not to be afraid of the bears I was still afraid and then I thought that I had to trust Heavenly Father. And when I trusted Heavenly Father the fear went away, I felt calm, and I knew my prayer had been answered.
“Faith isn’t enough by itself,” he continued. “You have to do your part too. When I did my part, my prayer was answered.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, for answering my child’s prayer. Thank you also, dear Father in Heaven, for filling my bucket!
When we left the Redwoods Wednesday (6/24/15) afternoon, my joy bucket was filled to overflowing—time in the trees, time with my family, especially my brothers and their families whom I do not get to see very often…life was good!
We borrowed the Drago’s van to make the trip and took it on what ended up being an almost 2,000 mile test drive. The van performed fabulously on the trip—including going over 90 in a 75 mph zone in Nevada and we have paperwork from the police to prove it—so we came home and bought it from them. Life truly is good.