Josh was out of town for the past 3 days and I told myself before he left that I was going to do all sorts of things I needed to get caught up on to pass the time. Wanna know what I did each night? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Actually, that’s a lie. I vacuumed the floors, folded laundry and did nothing. Nothing includes 2 nights of sitting on the couch for 3+ hours, watching season 4 of Brothers and Sisters, chick flicks and eating i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m (if I spell it out, it doesn’t sound as bad, right?).
So, one of the things I was going to do while J was out of town was write a post about our weekend adventure. Yet, nothing took over. It’s amazing how easy it is to get sucked into nothing. Nothing is also known as procrastination, what I’m best at :)
Ok, to the point of this post: this past weekend we made the journey to my parents house in the Sierra Nevada’s, otherwise known as God’s Country. True story, look it up.
We started the road trip as any good road trip should start, with a stop at In-N-Out.
YUM. We live about 45 minutes away from the closest one so we eat there every chance we get! My typical order is a Double-Double, ketchup only. No fries. I don’t like In-N-Out fries…at least I pass it off like that. I usually end up eating a dozen or so from whomever I am dining with, this time it was from my Husband’s order. As I was stealthily stealing one from his tray, he looked at me and said, “I know what’s mine is yours, but THIS was not in the contract! Stop stealing my fries!” Hahah…I love him. Yet, I will probably never order my own fries, because- I don’t like In-N-Out fries (muahaha)
The last few times we’ve driven to Alta we’ve encountered some of the most amazing cloudy skies. See picture below for example:
We’ve also started a funny little tradition of stopping at the same truck stop each way on the drive. Its about halfway, so it makes for a good bathroom break for me and Mountain Dew stop for J. It never fails, we see some of the
weirdest most interesting people at Flying J. This last time, we saw a Lady in a hot pink sweat suit walking back to her big-rig carrying what seemed to be an 80 oz. soda. I immediately looked at Josh and said, “Please don’t ever let me become that.” The truck stop itself has anything and everything a trucker could ever want, including camouflage clothing, sales clerks dressed as M&M’s, Beef Jerky galore and 15million flavors at the soda fountain. I think its a little bit like what Josh is expecting Heaven to look like :)
When we got to Alta, we were greeted by a beautiful sunset, a touch of snow, and some amazing friends and family. Our friends John, Lana and their daughter Sadie just moved up there from Santa Cruz and we were super excited to share a meal with them and my parents that evening. John recently became the assistant director at Camp Alta, a place that is near and dear to my heart. My parents have worked there for years and years and some of my earliest memories are of taking naps in the pantry as a 5 year old. Camp Alta embodies a ministry of hospitality in such a way that is so rare in our culture these days. We are so excited for John and Lana as they are joining the team there and hope that they are blessed daily in their journey!
One of the projects that I was able to help my Mom with last weekend was a photo wall that she’s been wanting to put together for the longest time. She’s been collecting black frames of all shapes and sizes for a while, and with the growing family (two grand babies, a new son in law) she’s been needing one central place to keep all the photos.
Looking at it more I wish we would have varied the height of the frames on the top, but overall, I think it looks good for a first attempt (not to mention that we started it well after 11pm). She has plenty of space to expand in all directions, so it’ll be a work in progress for a long time. Maybe next time I’m there I’ll convince her to let me put a few more holes in the wall to adjust it a bit :)
On our way home on Sunday, Josh and I decided to make a pit stop at Ikea.
Ikea on a Sunday? Why not?!
It was crazy town. Everyone and their brother/sister/mother was there. Thankfully I have a very patient husband, he’s a trooper!
I promise the next edition of Weekend Adventures won’t take almost an entire week to post. Gosh, I’m lame!