The Perfect Trip
Andy loved to go camping at Cottonwood Creek. Of all the camping spots east of the Sierras, our spot is the best spot. Many great moments happened camped out under that oak tree.
In June, we enjoyed the first camping trip after Andy passed. This trip was important. Needed. Monumental. Cathartic. Holy. Perfect.
For the first time, we weren't just camped out under that oak tree. We were camped out under a thick cloud of memories.
Uncle Bob wrote down every memory and thought we shared around that blackened firepit. Our hearts were full.
On that trip, Uncle Bob caught the biggest trout we'd ever seen at Cottonwood Creek.
That fish was poetry.
It was the perfect trip.
posted by The Chindo @ 6:48 AM
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2 Comments:
Yes, the biggest fish indeed. How beautiful that God has made us to be able to open our hearts as we receive truths from Him that can only be received at one particular moment in time--His moments, His time. How we miss Andy, and are bound together in those moments you are so beautifully describing, Chindo.
Yes, Andy LOVED trips to Cottonwood Creek. What he loved best, however, was the comraderie, the male fellowship of family and friends. Time stood still for him on those trips - the world and all it's problems disappeared, if only briefly.
It all may be cathartic for you - but all of us who love Andy so, so much are deriving such comfort from the recollections and photos. Thank you -xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo-
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