After a wonderful day trip through the rugged and snow packed Glacier National park in Canada, we stopped for an afternoon of snowmobiling in Golden, BC where “Flying Father Brian” made another appearance on a sun drenched afternoon on the backside of Yoho National Park… by sunset we reluctantly decided to wind our way south back towards Idaho and the good ol’ USA.
We had truly enjoyed a three-day run of Canadian beauty in its most epic demonstration… right in the middle of one of their legendary winters. Cold, clear and crisp… the weather and snow and beauty all combined to win our hearts once again.
We left, but only with the sad and heart-sick expressions that accompanies leaving someone you truly love. Oh Canada…how I long for you! Some things in life are indescribable and the absolutely breath-taking beauty of the snow-covered Canadian Rockies is one of them…
Compared to our adventures in Canada last year (2012 RoadTrip) we were overwhelmed. The cold, gray – foggy filled days of last January can’t even be considered in the same breath as the blue skies and crystal clear views we shared this year. It was like black and white, sadness and hope… completely opposite experiences, but in the same exact places.
God was talking to us… I believe He was hinting to us to consider re-visiting the dark and foggy places of our lives. The places we have been before, but eventually had to leave disappointed, discouraged and downtrodden from the experience.
I believe God was hinting to us of the promise just ahead and for us to trust Him one more time and try again. To give 2013 a chance, to trust Him to exceed our expectations and to enjoy the amazing difference that light can make on the darkest and saddest of places in our hearts. To get back up and risk the possibility of disappointment one more time. Except this time… it may well hold the key to an amazing encounter with something beautiful beyond description. Like Canada in the wintertime of 2013 was for us or throwing the net one more time was for Peter and the risen Christ Jesus at the sea of Galilee…
The drive out of Canada was hauntingly beautiful as we watched the skies darken and the glow of gold and orange and purple fading to black as we moved steadily south… it seemed to take extra time tonight as if Canada was delaying her goodbye and dragging out her gift of golden beauty for just a few more moments. It was fitting and kind of her to do so.
We crashed at quaint mountainside town we knew well from last year… Sandpoint ID. Beautiful, hip and serene on the edge of one of the great northwestern fresh lakes in America. (Lake Pend Oreille) Sandpoint is a great base for families to stay at and offers four seasons of great outdoor adventure and lots of dining/shopping options for the ladies and kids.
Beaches and clear water, skiing and hunting, hiking and horseback riding…this town really does have it all. I recommend the Best Western Edgewater, nestled downtown & directly on the shore. In the winter they have great rates, spacious rooms and an amazing view overlooking the mountains and lake.
Rising early and braving some lingering morning mountain fog, we headed south through the heart of Idaho on our way back to Salt Lake City. The terrain changed as often as the hours on our digital clock and we enjoyed the smooth transitions of high mountain lakes to rolling hills and farms to high desert valleys and winding rivers. We chugged down Hwy 95 and took the eastern spur of Hwy 55 into the rugged interior of Idaho and enjoyed the alpine lakeside views of the city of McCall, ID. A beautiful and family friendly resort town on the edge of paradise. ( I hope to re-visit there soon)
Out of time, we pushed on south via Hwy 55 via the back roads and were treated to an amazing sunset display of the old west… gorgeous golden shades of sunlight filtered in from the silhouettes of the hills and mountains as we slowly descended into the familiar sights of Boise. We pushed on with a five-hour night run to Salt Lake City and our ride back to Nashville the next day.
We awoke to find ourselves in the middle of the Mormon homeland and a hazy smog like atmosphere that resembled LA. Weird ? We puttered around the southern hills of Provo and the outer bands of the ski-resort traffic as we processed all that we had seen on this trip. Words fail me… but thankfully we have pictures.
I encourage you to take a chance and get out to drive, take your spouse or a friend…but go discover your own path to refreshment, to find your own Canadian Rockies equivalent. To set yourself apart for a day or a week and ask God to show up and speak with you like He always does for us. I promise you it’s worth every effort!
Happy 2013 RTP and may God richly bless each and every one of you and your precious families in the year ahead.