Ken and I traveled to Seattle last week to visit our youngest son and his family, then on to a weekend adventure in beautiful Port Orchard, Washington. For these landlocked Kansans, the Pacific Northwest is like an amazing foreign country, and even though the weather was chilly and damp, with snow flurries, we had a wonderful time!
After speaking to the Northwest Christian Writers Association on Monday night (the real reason for our trip) we flew home Tuesday—after a 3-hour adventure involving car trouble on the freeway with three hungry little kids, in a “blizzard.” The adventure involved a tow truck, a ride in a rental van, house keys forgotten on the tow truck, while everybody really, really had to go potty, and to top it off, a wayward ball and a broken dining room light. (Thrown not by one of the kids, but their daddy! Our sweet 3-year-old grandson kept saying, “It was a accident, Mommy. Daddy didn’t do it on purpose!” ) As annoying as those unplanned parts of the trip were, they are memories we’ll laugh about some day.