It's back to the daily routines this morning after three days of fun on the road and in Seattle. We enjoyed a quiet drive back yesterday, going through rain in the mountains and sunshine through the remainder of the trip.
Bill found a few geocaches at Washington rest stops, and I bought a box of Washington peaches, which we sampled over vanilla ice cream last night.
Seemed like throughout our drive home, we were far enough behind the clouds to miss the rain in Sandpoint, what little there was.
A sprinkle or two overnight left a little moisture on the ground but hardly enough to sustain any significant fall pasture growth.
As I reflect on the weekend, it's difficult not to think about tragedies this morning, especially after staying up late last night to watch a two-hour "20-20" segment on ABC about the family lost in a winter storm in Oregon a few years ago.
Though it was well past my bedtime, I could not turn TV off because a news event which we had all read and heard about had been turned into a docu-drama of sorts for last night's programming.
Even though the visuals could not be accurate because of no cameras following most of the actual events, the story line was still mesmerizing as the day-by-day account with the family and with those searching for them unfolded.
I think this story was especially compelling after we heard and continued to follow the news throughout the weekend about the grizzly bear encounter just inside Western Montana.
Bill was especially interested because the bear encounter where a hunter died occurred in a geocaching area where he has hiked and where we hiked with my sisters and our dogs a couple of years ago.
Also, during our weekend trip to Seattle, I read on Facebook that my former principal A.C. Woolnough was attending the Reno Air Show where the plane crashed into the crowd.
He reported that he and his son were safe but had experienced debris flying past them after the crash.
Such a string of events remind us of the frailty of life and how we must savor every moment, never knowing when our precious gift can be snuffed out.
So, I look back on the weekend of fun adventures and feel grateful that ours went so well and that we enjoyed some wonderful quality time with our daughter.
We brought back some great memories, and we arrived home safely. On mornings like this one, with so much tragedy on the mind, such an accomplishment is not taken for granted.
It's a new week, and who knows what it will bring. So, best wishes to all that it will go well.
Happy Monday.
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