One Friday in the middle of June, Bec, Amanda, and I took off at noon to drive out to Cape Cod for some biking. The trip had been a spontaneous idea, "why not", so we picked a weekend and decided to go for it. We loaded up our bikes on the back of Mandy's car and headed east for a relaxed afternoon drive. We stopped at our little B&B in Eastham, MA to check in and then continued up the Cape to Moby Dick's for dinner. I decided not to brave the lobster, opting for salmon instead, but I did try some of Mandy's ... and was very glad I didn't get it! It was entertaining to see a whole lobster get eaten but I'll admit it's not for me, as much as I'd like to say I'm a true "east coaster" and love lobster.
The evening was just beginning so we drove up to the tip of Cape Cod, Provincetown, to walk around the harbor and of course get ice cream. The sunset was beautiful and it was fun to make it all the way up there. We picked a great weekend before Cape really got summer busy so the drive was winding and relaxing, open windows and empty roads.
P-town, in all its cuteness
Summer evenings don't get better than this
The next morning we got up and picked up the Cape Cod Rail Trail just a few blocks behind our B&B. The trail quietly runs through all the coastal towns on the Cape, a paved route under trees and over bridges, along lakes and occasionally past road-side ice cream stands just waiting for tired bicyclists. We headed south first and rode to the end of the trail, then came back up to where we had started, picked a cute cafe for lunch, and then kept going north til we hit the end. At mile 44, we stopped for ice cream as a treat for only having 1 mile to go.
Main house of our B&B, our little cabins behind it
Gorgeous views along the trail
Having a blast
It's been quite a while since I first started this blog.
The purpose of it has changed and the things I have to share and my perspective on the world. And with eyes that are a little more world-weary, it is harder to say 'this life is beautiful'. It doesn't come out with every breath anymore. I've seen a lot, a lot of joy but also a lot of suffering, and the world isn't as easy as it is when you are eighteen and abounding with energy and zeal. Now there are adult worries to take into account, and the understanding of what life is like for the world outside the U.S. There is the accountability that comes with knowing. Life is still beautiful, but it isn't always going to be. There are times when it is just hard. Or dirty. Or ugly. Or painful. Through all of this, we just depend on God and trust that the fiery trials are refining us and someday in the end we will gleam like gold.
And that is the lesson that I want to focus on: leaning on God wherever we be, on the mountain or in the valley, on the east coast or west or some ocean afar. Just before I moved away from home for the first time, God gave me an Ebenezer to hold to. Someday I'll write about it here, but it involved the moon and realizing that no matter where I go, it is the very same moon and the same great God watching over me. So sometimes, I go driving or walking at night just to see the full moon in a dark night sky, and remember that I am walking with God and He is with me, always and no matter where.
I'm a twenty-something from the Pacific NW making home in new places as I follow where God leads.
My intent is to show Christ's love to the world and use business to solve some of the social problems we face: hunger, illiteracy, healthcare, economic hardship. For now, I'm in a stage of learning. A little adventuring, a few books, some good friends, and a whole lot of prayer and life runs on.