AKA: When God gives you a where, but not necessarily a what.
We’ve been asked quite a bit over the last few weeks and months (and especially over the last few days) just what exactly we’re doing in the UK, and what brought us to the point of decision to come here. It’s a fair question – a transition and change such as this is usually accompanied by some explanation. You’d think we’d have one.
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.