Here’s a little montage of our trip to Galveston and Bolivar Peninsula for the the Jeep National Go Topless Day on Crystal Beach. We had a blast seeing all the Jeeps and “monnnnster trucks” (as Baron calls them). Special thanks to the Chisholm Trail Jeep Club for letting us crash their tent and just being all around awesome folks.
There’s a rumor about us going around. No, we’re not pregnant – but the other rumor is true.
We’re moving to England!
That’s right, Yvette and I will be moving temporarily to England in the Fall of 2015 to serve and support Wellspring Church in Watford, Greater London! This has been a journey a long time in the making, and we are thrilled to finally have it become a reality.
Our trip to Colorado in August was a bit of a last-minute thing. I (Harlan) had been offered a job at an agency in the metroplex, and it afforded us the opportunity to take a mini vacation between employment. We couldn’t decide initially where we wanted to go, but plane ticket prices eventually landed us in sunny Denver, Colorado, home to the Colorado Rockies. With the short-notice, we didn’t have a ton of time to prepare for the trip, which in the end proved an asset, as we spent a lot of time simply relaxing together and taking in the outdoors. (Except for the Duck Dynasty marathon we got sucked into, despite never having seen an episode prior to the trip.) During the trip, we explored a hiking trail, found a hidden castle, ate wild raspberries, fought off a bear (not really), explored the sanctuary of rock (Red Rocks Amphitheater), ate a stupid amount of gourmet pizza, and spotted the purple mile-high seats at Coors Field.
It was a great getaway before starting a new job. The only complaints we ever have about our baseball trips is that we won’t get to come back for a while.
We’re all caught up…thanks for following along with all of these. We’ll get back to regular posts soon.
The day we visited Chase Field in Phoenix, Arizona was a packed day to say the least. We woke up in Las Vegas, about halfway toward the final ballpark in our 3 park journey that took us to San Francisco, Oakland, and Tahoe before landing us in Sin City. Our plan for the day was to get out of town early, so we could make it to the Grand Canyon before trekking to Phoenix for our 6:40 first pitch. We hopped in the car and drove off to the desert, to see the sight I hadn’t laid eyes on since I was a boy, the Grand Canyon. The best word I could use to describe the place would be disorienting. I know that’s not the word most people would use, but it fits for me. I think it’s because it’s just so vast, it becomes difficult to judge distances and depth. The view becomes a sort of painting; a two-dimensional space in a three-dimensional world. It’s about as awe-inspiring as any natural wonder I’ve seen. (Now that’s the word most people would use.)
The final part of our journey led us from the Grand Canyon south another 200+ miles to the Arizona capital of Phoenix, and to Chase Field, the home of the Arizona Diamondbacks. Chase Field is an indoor oasis in the Sonoran Desert. Thank God for the invention of the retractible dome in sports, because it was a closed roof day.