Summer Travels

“… but no stranger had to spend the night in the street, for my door was always open to the traveler…” Job 31:32

We’ve had quite the travels in the past two weeks!


We’ve seen the road to Damascus (Maryland).


We’ve been to two Mount Vernons (Missouri and Virginia).

We’ve seen the road to Cabool (which I think sounds a lot like Kabul).


We’ve been in two mountain ranges (the Ozarks and the Appalachians).


We’ve crossed Turnback Creek and didn’t turn around.


We’ve been to the Potomac (or Potomatic if you’re talking to my kids).


We’ve been in at least six states and the District of Columbia.

We’ve traveled more miles together than ever before.

We’ve been on strange roads in a strange car traveling 60 miles an hour while the rest of the non-HOV-laners stood still.

We’ve had to pry our fingers from the steering wheel.

We’ve been thankful for GPS and the destination of “home”, which really wasn’t our home, but we didn’t care.

We’ve seen history, and gluttony, and mutiny, and revelry.

We’ve been thankful for on-time flights, little traffic, speeding metros, and the Tourmobile that would pick us up when our legs threatened giving out.

We’ve been glad for water rides when it was 105.

And we’ve been glad to return home to our own beds and dream about when we’ll do it all over again!

But we think we'll stay home the rest of the summer.  

Maybe.