26/02/2025
(February 7)
Dear Diary,
It was nice to sleep in this morning until 7:30 AM⌠eastern time zone. That was 5:30 AM in the central time zone, where I am. Iâll remember this because for the next two hours, I should have been sleeping, I spent listening to the eerie sound of a thousand Sandhill Cranes doing whatever they do at 5:30 AM central time zone.
I canât explain it. So Iâm giving you a video so you can decide for yourself what noise God gave these creatures to share with the world.
I find it hard to be displeased with God over some of his decisions. I bring it up with Him sometimes, about how I canât believe he let this person or that person into the world. These kinds of conversations usually take place while Iâm driving. Now Iâll add the cry of a Sandhill Cranes to the list of âwhy Gods.â
But the sunrise, wow! Lindsay ran out to watch it rise over the pond with all the chatty birds. I watched it rise from my bed, debating whether I could catch a few more hours sleep or not before our drive to Phoenix. I got up, put my running shoes on and took the dogs for a few miles worth of laps around the bird pond.
Itâs hard to exercise on drive days like these last few have been. But Huckleberry needs to run somewhere near 27 miles every day to get his cattle dog energy out. So when he finds a wild, big-eared jack rabbit in the brush, like a good dad, I let him run a quarter-mile sprint after it.
He hasnât caught a running rabbit yet. He caught a hiding rabbit, maybe a sleeping rabbit once in South Dakota, that we donât talk about anymore. But when Huck chases after a rabbit in full sprint, itâs like God put this perfect motion in him and when he can use it, he comes into his being.
Speaking of perfect motion, we arrived in Phoenix to visit my sister with just five more drive hours broken up over the next three days until we reach California. Itâs been one heck of a run weâve made, from packing the 5x8 U-Haul trailer in Florida to sub-zero temps and snow in Northern Indiana, to Lindsay flying to Florida while I drove 1,200 miles in 2 days to Texas, to then come just 5 hours from our destiny.
Two months ago, when we hashed out this crazy idea and set up all of the needles weâd have to thread, it didnât seem possible. Everything had to go right, a lot of everything. And it has. It has been incredible.
By dealing with sub-zero temperatures in Northern Indiana, we missed the snow in Florida and the storm that would have derailed us. A second storm, sweeping further south, came just in time for me to race down beneath it for a mild week on Galveston. We didnât expect to have the trailer so soon. I should have been stuck in that storm, or delayed. And the guys who did our solar power system started a day early, giving us the time to swing through Phoenix and still have time to make it to California.
Itâs been a wild ride, but a perfect one. Tomorrow, weâll sleep in a bit before heading southwest to our favorite border town of El Centro. Thereâs a campground with a dirt lot waiting for us, a Wally World and Aldi to load up on groceries and an In-N-Out Burger to cherish before we head southwest of the border. Itâs a nice drive too. One that nearly took our lives a few years ago, and gave us the chance to save another one. Thatâs a story for another day. Maybe tomorrow. Today was a good day.