“There will be a highway called the Holy Road….for God's people exclusively—impossible to get lost on this road. Not even fools can get lost on it. Only the redeemed will walk on it…unfading halos of joy encircling their heads…as all sorrows and sighs scurry into the night.” --ISAIAH 35:8
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Lost in Paradise
Today we escaped the heat and ranch work and headed up the mountain for a hike. The Big Horns, as our mountain range is called, have had more moisture than most other ranges in the West, so we were blessed to see jillions of wildflowers!
Willow Park is primarily a series of connecting cross-country ski trails that make for great hiking in the summer, but even though there are markers and maps, it’s very easy to think one is on a given trail that one isn’t. Once one realizes that one isn’t anywhere near where one thought one was, it’s a bit unnerving—even more so when one finds oneself walking past the same elk skull that one passed an hour earlier!
“We’re going in circles. We’re lost,” said I, on more than one occasion. Hubby, being of the gender that never admits that they’re lost, never did admit we were lost. I don’t understand that line of thinking; nevertheless, I was very grateful when we finally returned to the trailhead and our cooler of food. Even more than that, I’m extremely thankful that my knee is so much better, so I can hike again!