Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe in the beauty around me and put it on paper, but I dare all to take a leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and discover . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
If I didn’t
know better, I’d say I was back in Laramie. With the ruts and snowy slush built
up on the roads, it was like I never left Wyoming. Even the drivers reminded me
of my ole college town. Laramie is full of people who don’t know how to drive
in the white stuff.
We went to
Fort Worth last Friday. Now, before everyone hollers at me, I didn’t go for
shopping or a pleasure trip. I’m not that crazy. We watched the weather and the
road report then made a ton of phone calls to the appropriate parties before we
left. No cancellations or rescheduled appointments were possible so we loaded
up and headed out.
For what, you ask? What would send you into an ice storm? I don’t mind telling
you. My shoulder issue isn’t a secret. I had pre-surgical and registration
appointments at a hospital in Fort Worth. I’ll be having major shoulder surgery
on the 13th.
not the real story.
trip, we saw all kinds of crazy things. I-35 almost devoid of traffic, left-lane
runners plowing through six inches of slush at fifteen miles an hour, but
holding their lane, TXDOT snow-removal at its finest which amounted to a truck
running over the snow pack with the tires.
As more and more
people ventured onto the highways during the day, I became more and more tense.
I-35 developed into an obstacle course. Spinouts, stuck vehicles, crashed cars,
and freaked-out drivers made the trip home a nightmare.
people flashing obscene gestures (instead of their hazards), my husband maneuvered through the traffic and
the conditions like a pro. Our little Subaru handled the roads amazingly well. Although we
had ice in the wheel wells and plastered on the side of the car, not once
did he lose control.
knows what He’s doing. He’s the Provider and the Teacher. Those years in
Wyoming provided the knowledge and taught us how to drive on those awful winter
roads. Texas got a small taste of it this week. I’m sure it’s not the first
time, and it won’t be the last.
Thank you, my
wonderful husband. Thank You, my awesome God. Once again, I am humbled.