Whenever we visit my brother Peter at Forest Lake, where we attended high school, he yanks Joseph and Jonathan away from their laptops and brings them to great Minnesota outdoors. Yesterday was no exception. Here we are at Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area, Stacy, just north of Forest Lake. It’s over 20,000 acres of outdoor heaven!
We are now back in Minnesota! We didn’t want Iowa to feel left out, so we stopped at an Amish town on the way here. Ever so curious, I asked one of the store attendants how some types of furniture were made without power tools. The answer was surprising – they cannot use electrical tools, but they DO use pneumatic tools, powered by compressed air generated by diesel engines! I found it somewhat confusing and wondered how these cows were welded.
We are staying with Sonnie’s sister who resides in the International House of Prayer campus, Kansas City, Missouri. We’ll be here for a few more days. The Hernandez, a missionary family we have known for a couple of years, stopped by on their way to Minnesota. We had a wonderful time BBQ’ing and sharing travel stories. Yup, they have a large family – eights kids in all!
It was fun feeding the carps at a local Marina in Kansas City, Missouri!
Carps are highly sought after in many countries as sport fish and as food.
In America, however, they are considered to be trash fish. Not many anglers target them, and even fewer people eat them.
Millions of tons of protein lie just below the surface all over the Land of Plenty, yet there is a world hunger problem, even within America itself. Why hasn’t a food company or an entrepreneur figured out how to turn them into gourmet food? I am sure they are more nutritious than most processed food in store freezers, and it can’t too tough to figure out how to make ’em tasty into fish balls. Yum!
We already faced a pretty intense hail storm on our way to the Grand Canyon National Park last week. It happened again today in Colorado, but much worse! The projectiles were the size of golf balls! The force was so great that our rental car’s rear window shattered. The side mirrors were also blown apart, and yes, the dents – dozens of them all over the car. The windshield, although spiderwebbed, held. There was just enough clear part in the front of the driver’s seat for me to see out, enabling us to drive all night to Kansas City. It was the most intense and the scariest hail storm we have ever come across!
In this high-tech digital era, we have never been more connected, yet we aren’t. Text/instant messaging replaced most conversations, and many of us rather fiddle with our smartphones than pay attention to our immediate surroundings, rarely looking up to see what beauty, especially people, surrounds us.
We are created to connect with God and with others. We try our best not to. It’s just easier, riskfree, yet empty.
Our family decided to stay with a Couchsulfing.com host when visiting the Nevada/Arizona area for a few days. It saved us money, but more importantly, it connected us with locals.
Sam and Rebekah have been wonderful hosts. We came together as strangers but left as lifetime friends. Couchsurfing isn’t for everyone, but the point of this post is about taking risks, being real. We need to cut back on the digital world, interacting with one another face-to-face, strangers or not, organically, more.