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Roots on the Red Rock Point Trail Yellowstone National Park

Root System on the Red Rock Point Trail
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Once in a while we encounter the remains of a colossal tree on the trail. Sometimes we find an immense trunk laying on the ground rather than stretched to the sky. Usually, though, it’s a remnant of a root system tipped into the air that gets our attention.

We always stop when we see a tangled mass that once anchored a tree.

They’re beautiful, but not in the traditional way.

They’re gnarled and convoluted, but they’re strong.

They’re huge so they can hold a tree fast in the face of intense mountain weather .

They make me consider the condition of my own roots.

So here’s the question for me and for you today: What anchors you against the intense weather of life? Is it holding?

Linking Anchor at Lyli’s.

Before It Blows Away

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The screen door crashed and muted footfalls raced across the carpet. “Come outside and look at the sky before it blows away!” called my littlest girl.

“Before what blows away?”

“The sky, it’s beautiful! But the clouds are moving really fast. I’m afraid you’ll miss it if you don’t come now, before the clouds blow away.”

I sighed.  What I really wanted to do was finish the dishes, but I dried my hands and followed my husband out the front door and up the driveway where we took our place behind our daughter. She gazed up at an impressionist’s sky, magenta bordered by blue and orange, molten sun captured and smudged with white clouds that swirled over our heads.

She was right; the sky was beautiful. But it was nothing compared with the little girl.

Beauty reveals itself to her everywhere and she’s got this breathy little gasp that lets us know when she’s spotted it. She likes my outfit? Delighted gasp. She sees a picture of an artfully set table? Delighted gasp. She walks out onto snowy path? Delighted gasp.

She sees. I could learn from that girl.

What I saw that night was not the sky. I saw the girl in front of it and I watched the wispy remains of her childhood blowing past as quickly as the clouds above our heads. And like the clouds, it’s moving on to make room for something new, something equally lovely.

Lovely, but different. I don’t want to miss what childhood remains while it’s here.

Even if it means leaving the dishes.

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Sharing stories this week with the writers at Kelli’s Unforced Rhythms.

The Road Ahead: Giving Thanks

Happy November!
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November’s road leads to Thanksgiving’s table, a bounty of traditional foods and sometimes–when we remember to fit it in–a moment of reflection on all that we have to be grateful for. As we walk our road this month, may each step we take bring us closer to thanksgiving as a way of life, a moment by moment habit of the heart rather than a yearly ritual, over as quickly as the big game. And, in our thanksgiving, may we find joy.

Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

 

Yellowstone Between Raindrops

We went to Yellowstone earlier this month and it rained on our parade. Every day. But it was okay. Not only did it bring a lovely overnight snow, we were able to squeeze in several new and favorite stops between raindrops.

Usually, we find Yellowstone’s autumn grasses dry and done, ready for a covering of winter snow. This year? In many places the grass was fresh. The aspen were more green than gold. And the moss was lush.

Every season is different.

This one showed us a new and unexpected face of Yellowstone’s autumn.

LeHardy Rapids

Just a short walk from one of two pull-outs three miles north of Fishing Bridge, a quiet path leads through the woods along the Yellowstone River as it dances over these gentle rapids.

LeHardy Falls Yellowstone National Park

LeHardy Falls
Yellowstone National Park

Wraith Falls

An easy, half mile trail through the delicious scents of sage and pine leads to a short stairway from which you can see the falls.

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Wraith Falls Trail
Yellowstone National Park

Mammoth Hot Springs: The Chapel

This was the last building constructed by the army during their thirty year tenure as overseer of Yellowstone. Because it is hard to heat, services are held in this stone chapel only during temperate months. We attended the final service for the season and I was both challenged and encouraged. During the rest of the season services are held at the hotel. Non-denominational services are conducted park-wide by Yellowstone employees who volunteer for A Christian Ministry in the National Parks.

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Fort Yellowstone Chapel

Mammoth Hot Springs: The Elk

Some of the park’s elk make their home at the former Fort Yellowstone, drawn by the sweet grass that the army planted. For most of the year, it goes fairly smoothly, but the rut brings out the craziness in elk and tourists alike. Bulls gather their harems and defend their mating rights. Tourists risk their bodies, their vehicles, and sometimes their youngsters in search of the perfect photo.

During autumn, my family calls it The Elk Show. Sometimes that refers to the bulls. Sometimes it refers to park visitors and the rangers or volunteers who come each fall to keep distance between photo-seekers and territorial, testosterone-driven bulls. Sometimes the education and protection is carried off with as much flair as the strutting, sparring, and bugling from the elk.

Elk at Fort Yellowstone

 Mammoth Hot Springs: Randy Ingersoll and the Map Room

Randy plays music both familiar and original—some of it inspired by Yellowstone—from from 5:30 – 8 p.m. most weeknights. Sometimes park visitors sing or play another instrument along with him. At 8:30 he presents a program born from his love for Yellowstone. With live music, games available at the front desk, tables, desks, couches, and an espresso cart just around the corner, it’s a relaxing way to spend an evening after a long day on the trail or on the road.

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Red Rock Point

This half-mile trail—paved, switch-backed, and stepped—leads to an artful vantage point of the Lower Falls of the Yellowstone, a graceful drop of over one hundred feet. The fenced deck is distant enough to afford a broad view of the falls yet still close enough to allow the mist to settle on your skin.

Lower Falls from Red Rock Point

Lower Falls from Red Rock Point

Artist Paint Pots

This is a family favorite. A one mile loop into the woods leads to mudpots, unusual and colorful thermal features among the trees. Usually, the contents of the mud pots are gloppy but this year, probably from the rain, the mud was thin.

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Upper Geyser Basin: Home of Old Faithful

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Old Faithful erupts every ninety-two minutes, on average. Each eruption is different and influenced by the one which came before. Its appearance is affected by the steam, the sky, and time of day. Cloud formations and moonlight add their own influence. You might be able to catch an eruption on Old Faithful’s streaming webcam here.

Upper Geyser Basin

Upper Geyser Basin

The Upper Geyser Basin is home to more than just Old Faithful. Morning Glory Pool, and Castle, Grand, and Riverside are favorite destinations of our family. Prediction times are posted at the Old Faithful Visitor Education Center.

Fairy Falls

The trail to Fairy Falls is a flat, non-strenuous five-mile roundtrip hike which takes you along the Firehole River and through once burnt but quickly regrowing lodgepole pine forest. We set off on a thirty-seven degree morning and added the steep trip up the slope across from Midway Geyser Basin which warmed us and gave us an aerial view of Grand Prismatic Spring. Grand Prismatic is usually shrouded in steam and so far from the boardwalk at Midway that from that walkway it’s hard to see anything more than a blue haze. The view from the hill was worth every fallen tree I climbed over and every uncertain step I took.

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Grand Prismatic Spring, Midway Geyser Basin
Yellowstone National Park

Fairy Falls is a long, thin stream of water befitting a fairy. This year, it ran especially strong and full.

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Fairy Falls
Yellowstone National Park

Pebble Creek

We, along with a few fly fishermen, parked by the gate to the closed-for-the-season Pebble Creek campground and walked to the canyon that the creek flows through. We didn’t venture too far in because some hikers coming out told us that they’d heard a bear on the ridge above. It was late and cold and we didn’t want to risk coming face to face with a bear, nor did we want to have our way back to the car blocked by its movements–even for a little while.

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Pebble Creek Canyon
Yellowstone National Park

For When It Rains On Your Parade

chesterton2A few Saturdays ago, I woke to thunder and began to pray that it wouldn’t rain. Seconds later, I realized that it was 6:30 a.m., the time when my post The Best Thing One Can Do  was scheduled to land in inboxes, mine included.

I wasn’t following Longfellow’s advice for a rainy day.

Sometimes weather is a painful metaphor for life. Trials don’t have to come from camping to do their work, and their work isn’t limited to relationships.

Chesterton says to look up. Longfellow, to let it rain. And James tells us to consider them with joy. None of those are my natural first response. They all pertain to perspective and perspective changes everything.

J’s perspective was different. He came out and said, “Well, I don’t have to worry about keeping the sod wet.”

He let it rain. He looked up. He found a rainbow.

Trials have power and the purpose. They will come. The handling of them is up to us.

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. James 1:2-4

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Rest Area Closed

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Two years ago my family, parents, brother and sister-in-law, nephew and niece, along with the ones who live in my house–the whole tribe—made the drive to our current summer gathering place: Campfire Bay in Minnesota. That was the year that the Minnesota government shut down while it wrangled over the budget.

Minnesota itself remained open, of course, but the interstate rest areas were closed.

We didn’t suffer too much. The gas stations and fast food restaurants along the way filled the gap and provided us and the other interstate travelers a place to stop for a restroom, a drink, or a stretch. What they couldn’t offer a weary traveler was rest.

My family has long history of driving straight through to distant destinations and an equally long history of pulling into a rest area to, well, rest. My dad cat naps and my husband does, too. Our kids have eaten their share of happy meals, but when we’re on the road, they eat food from a cooler so they can run off some energy and rest their backsides. We know how to use a rest area.

DSC_0138_3But sometimes I live like the rest areas are closed.

Sometimes it’s because I forget that I have a choice.

Sometimes it’s habit. Or pride. Or convenience. Or stubbornness.

It doesn’t matter why. It looks the same. Barely stopping at the signs. Not looking up from the whatever Important Thing I am doing when my husband or children come in to tell me something and having no idea what they said when they’ve gone. Haphazard meals consumed and cleared away before any real conversation occurs. Disconnected living.

Whether I notice or not, eventually someone—or something—will let me know. The quality of my relationships will deteriorate. Or my sanity. Or even my health. My husband will mention it. Or my children. Or even my dad.

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And then I have to make a decision: Continue to barrel down the road at full speed or slow down and pull off so that I’m ready for the next stretch of road.

It feels easy to stay in the habit of living like the rest areas are closed—to settle for fast food and fast stops and fast lives. It isn’t easy to pull off and rest—to linger at the table, look at people’s faces, read the book or play the game.

Sometimes it feels more spiritual to keep on going, to ignore the signs and just move, but I’m not certain that it is. Jesus sent the disciples out to preach and cast out demons and heal the sick. They returned and told him all about it. His response was not to send them right out immediately. He said, “Come away by yourselves to a secluded place and rest awhile,” and they got in a boat and went away. (from Mark 6:31-32)

The rest seemed short. Interrupted. The crowd saw where they were going and beat them to the destination.

But maybe the destination wasn’t the rest. Maybe the rest was the pause along the way.

My family has aged into a busy season, one which makes it hard to pull off. I’ve asked them to think about what rest means to them and how we can live in such a way that they find it, even in the midst. I’m looking forward to hearing from them.

How about you? What does rest mean to you? What is one way you can pull off for a short rest along the way?

Sharing this week at Unforced Rhythms.