Over the weekend we drove north to see children and grandchildren. First there was a drive of many hours to arrive in time for a baseball game in which C. played Friday evening.
Next morning, following the ballet lesson of L., seven of us packed into the van to drive two more hours farther into Oregon for a double-header baseball game at Glide. The weekend was heavy with baseball.
Daisy chain bracelets are a nice ball field pastime.
After the games, we stopped by Colliding Rivers, where Little River and the North Umpqua have a head-on.
Then dinner, and driving, driving, so late that all the children and one grandpa were asleep when we got back.
And on Sunday, back down into Siskiyou County, CA and the beloved Mount Shasta. It so dominates one’s consciousness with drama and size–it’s no wonder people tend to think of it as magical and spiritual in itself.
The lupine bushes are also large up there. Mount Eddy in the distance.
Thanks be to God for families and love and cars to drive so we can visit. Thanks for safety and for a home to come back to.