Sunday, October 19, 2003
This Sunday morning we left before dawn to sing at a church in Fall River at 10:00. I left home in my slippers, having my sneakers, several pairs of dress clothes and other various apparel items stocked away in the bus. A few minutes into the trip, the sunrise I had anticipated was still no where in sight! I ended up taking a nap for a while in the back.
I'm writing this down on a piece of paper at 8:50, in hopes that I will be able to blog tonight. We're still 15 miles away from our destination -Evangelical Baptist Chuch of Fall River - so it looks like we'll be a little late, which simply means we have to go a little faster setting up.
Last night when we came back from our hiking trip (which I'll say something about a little later), the bus battery was dead, due to something being left turned on that shouldn't have been. Also, when we aired it up using our aircompressor, it seemed to have a leak in the airline on the bus. I started thinking about what was going to happen when we had to travel with my grandfather in the van/trailer combo! I could only imagine a disastrous scene, with everyone in a chaotic mess, and my grandfather simply shaking his head and getting angrier by the minute about the noise level. However, apon getting a jump start, the bus ran fine, and everything was ready to roll! PRAISE GOD!!!!!
Apon finishing the above paragraph, someone informed me we had entered Fall River, thus ends the first part of the trip.
We're on our way home!! It's 2:26. Destination: Home. ETA: 2 hours, 15 minutes. The concert well went. Right now the bus is exceptionally quiet. It's been raining since our concert was over.
Since I have around 2 hours of uninterupted time, I'll take a few minutes to expand on our hiking trip yesterday. We had planned to climb Mt. Monadnock and had invited a few friends. The mountain is located in NH, part of it is in Jaffrey, where my grandfather used to live. We've climbed it several times as a family during the past few years. My mom used to climb it when she was a kid. The colors weren't too bright, but the view is always amazing. Still, this year we appreciated the view less, with the absolutely bitter wind that we encountered at the top. The climb itself always seems longer than it was in my memory, but once we get back down to the bottom, I again think of it as no big deal. Although thinking about going up all that way that we went down makes me glad we don't climb it everyday :) There are people I have heard of that climb it everyday. To my knowledge, it is the most climbed mountain in the world. The trade off for the climb (the view) is well worth it, and most people can do it.
Anyhow, all of our friends either cancelled or just didn't make it, so we climbed alone. The little boys made it up about 20 minutes before the rest, due to the fact that Vincent stayed behind with dad to talk to someone coming down the mountain. We pretty much maintained an order of the littlest kids in front (surprisingly!), Carol, Vincent, and myself in the middle (the teenagers :) and mom and dad in the back. Some people on their way down remarked that 'those boys' (they assumed they were with our group) were' little monkeys'. (I'm taking the liberty to think it was a compliment :)
It was a nice climb, except for a scratched leg, and a broken (or almost) toe. Oh, yes, it started to rain/snow/sleet halfway up. There were huge black clouds to the north of the mountain once we got up. It only rained for a few minutes over the mountain, and it was very light, especially through the trees.
Meanwhile, I have just spilled water on myself (clumsy me!), I'm talking to dad about the significance of the 'F' as in Ford F-150, and I'm trying to imagine how much nicer it would be if I had a laptop. Hm, but then I'd have to sit strait up, not slumped over, with my foot resting at an awkward angle on the seat in front of me. I could still be wearing my slippers though....hmm....
Lol, for some reason, I could just imagine a little paragraph under this that tells who I am, what I write, and who I write for. You know, like in magazines. lol......dream on girl.....
I'm writing this down on a piece of paper at 8:50, in hopes that I will be able to blog tonight. We're still 15 miles away from our destination -Evangelical Baptist Chuch of Fall River - so it looks like we'll be a little late, which simply means we have to go a little faster setting up.
Last night when we came back from our hiking trip (which I'll say something about a little later), the bus battery was dead, due to something being left turned on that shouldn't have been. Also, when we aired it up using our aircompressor, it seemed to have a leak in the airline on the bus. I started thinking about what was going to happen when we had to travel with my grandfather in the van/trailer combo! I could only imagine a disastrous scene, with everyone in a chaotic mess, and my grandfather simply shaking his head and getting angrier by the minute about the noise level. However, apon getting a jump start, the bus ran fine, and everything was ready to roll! PRAISE GOD!!!!!
Apon finishing the above paragraph, someone informed me we had entered Fall River, thus ends the first part of the trip.
We're on our way home!! It's 2:26. Destination: Home. ETA: 2 hours, 15 minutes. The concert well went. Right now the bus is exceptionally quiet. It's been raining since our concert was over.
Since I have around 2 hours of uninterupted time, I'll take a few minutes to expand on our hiking trip yesterday. We had planned to climb Mt. Monadnock and had invited a few friends. The mountain is located in NH, part of it is in Jaffrey, where my grandfather used to live. We've climbed it several times as a family during the past few years. My mom used to climb it when she was a kid. The colors weren't too bright, but the view is always amazing. Still, this year we appreciated the view less, with the absolutely bitter wind that we encountered at the top. The climb itself always seems longer than it was in my memory, but once we get back down to the bottom, I again think of it as no big deal. Although thinking about going up all that way that we went down makes me glad we don't climb it everyday :) There are people I have heard of that climb it everyday. To my knowledge, it is the most climbed mountain in the world. The trade off for the climb (the view) is well worth it, and most people can do it.
Anyhow, all of our friends either cancelled or just didn't make it, so we climbed alone. The little boys made it up about 20 minutes before the rest, due to the fact that Vincent stayed behind with dad to talk to someone coming down the mountain. We pretty much maintained an order of the littlest kids in front (surprisingly!), Carol, Vincent, and myself in the middle (the teenagers :) and mom and dad in the back. Some people on their way down remarked that 'those boys' (they assumed they were with our group) were' little monkeys'. (I'm taking the liberty to think it was a compliment :)
It was a nice climb, except for a scratched leg, and a broken (or almost) toe. Oh, yes, it started to rain/snow/sleet halfway up. There were huge black clouds to the north of the mountain once we got up. It only rained for a few minutes over the mountain, and it was very light, especially through the trees.
Meanwhile, I have just spilled water on myself (clumsy me!), I'm talking to dad about the significance of the 'F' as in Ford F-150, and I'm trying to imagine how much nicer it would be if I had a laptop. Hm, but then I'd have to sit strait up, not slumped over, with my foot resting at an awkward angle on the seat in front of me. I could still be wearing my slippers though....hmm....
Lol, for some reason, I could just imagine a little paragraph under this that tells who I am, what I write, and who I write for. You know, like in magazines. lol......dream on girl.....
