In the past twelve days I have crossed paths with my daughter Mandy, in Cincinnati, Ohio… my sister Linda, in Seminole, Florida… my son Danny, in Marion, Illinois… and my stepmom Gerry, in Winona, Minnesota. That pretty much sums up the path we have taken. For the first time in many months we are Seattle, Washington bound today. You don’t realize what a huge country this is until you’ve driven across I-90 from Minnesota to the Washington coast. It certainly is a beautiful ride. I mean except for the rain, sleet, snow, and 50 mile an hour wind we’ve encountered. The sun came out long enough yesterday for us to take a trip we’ve always wanted to do. It seems like every time we go thru South Dakota it is either at night or we’re in a hurry to get somewhere. We got off the big road yesterday and took the detour thru the Black Hills to go visit Mt. Rushmore for the first time. The sun even came out for us and the scenery was beautiful. I’ll scratch that one off my list but we do plan to go back again someday. Not necessarily to the monument again but to check out all the other things… hiking trails, the historic town of Deadwood, and other various tourist traps.
Our job this weekend will take us from Seattle to Denver with the show called ‘9 to 5’. We’ve already seen more snow on this trip than we care to so we are really praying for no snow while we’re moving the show back over the Rocky Mountains. We have already discovered we may have been a bit premature with dropping off so much of our winter gear while in Ohio – including the space heater which we could have put to good use the past couple nights. We did keep the tire chains with us on the truck only because we knew we’d be coming out west for this trip and by law we must carry them until May 1st.
I've included a bunch of pictures from these past days and a video Jorge took while I drove thru nearly whiteout conditions near Billings, Montana. We're thinking maybe our next gig should be on Ice Road Truckers after this
We wish you all a very happy and blessed Easter this weekend. More than ever we find comfort in the words of a favorite Easter hymn and will sing confidently with saints above and saints below, ‘I know that my Redeemer Lives!’