Knowtown…

I have sensed for a while now that there was something out of place with my ecclesial dream. In the private places in my soul I would wonder if there is such a thing as the art of the impossible. Recently it has become very obvious to me that the fault is not with the dream, but the dreamer. While I no longer doubt the reality of the art of the impossible, it has become increasingly clear that I am not an artist that can craft in that medium.

I am not sure how to say much more than that at the moment. stay tuned…

I loved getting this great news today. I think this is a gianormous step in a very good direction. I can’t wait to see how this develops.

I love Colorado. This has been a fun trip with the family so far. The kids are finally old enough to do some good hike trips as a family and they are great travelers. Janell is a genious when it comes to traveling with kids and is making this trip easy. It has not been as relaxing as I was hoping it would be but it has been good. I feel out of synch because I am normally a night person but it is too hard to stay up reading or blogging when everyone is sharing the same small hotel room.

While I have not had the elusive moment of clarity I have had some moments of good reflection. On our way to Ouray we stopped at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. What a beautiful place! In Ouray we could see three waterfalls from right in front of our hotel. The locals say this is one of the best years they can remember for falls because they got so much snow. We hiked to the base of the most visible one, Cascade Falls, and Matt and Teryn got pretty wet. Then we hiked to one that was not visible from in town but was one of the most incredible sights I have ever seen. Box Canyon Falls comes crashing down through a narrow canyon that is at some places only 5 feet wide. There was so much water that when you walk along the manmade walkway that takes you into the canyon you cannot hear anything but the sound of rushing water. It is a strange noise that gets in your head. Later that night I was pulled out of sleep because I thought I could hear the falls but it was only the fan. Strange.

The drive from Ouray to Durango is one of the most scenic I have ever been on. There were waterfalls or old mining ruins around almost every turn. The pine forest, aspen groves, alpine meadows and snowcapped peaks were inspiring. Quite a contrast to the drive from Durango to Cortez, which drops into the typical southwestern desert. We went to the tourist trap of the Four Corners (only place in the USA where you can stand in four states at the same time). There were rock spires poking up out of the desert. It would probably be beautiful at sunset.

Today we are going to visit Mesa Verde. I was there a long time ago and I am looking forward to exploring it as an adult with my own children. Should be a lot of fun. I think it will be the highlight of the trip for me. But I have to admit that my thoughts are already on going home. As much as I have enjoyed this time away from the normal routine I am a townie at heart. I can’t wait to get home.