For those of you who may not have heard about our travel plans to TREK, we left two weeks early (on August 27) to road trip our way to Abbotsford, British Columbia. So far we’ve traveled in 6 states and have 2 more to go before we hit BC. We are staying with friends in Fresno until Sunday, then head towards Washington, where we will meet up with a few more friends along the way.
I (Danae) have been to California several times, but have never driven I-40 like we did earlier this week. I’ve always thought that the road to California was just a bunch of sand across the desert. I was pleasantly surprised. Although Texas and parts of New Mexico were rather flat and full of desert shrubs, Arizona was covered with one mountain range after another. We visited the Petrified Forest and viewed the rolling and colorful landscape. God’s pallet was vibrant the day he painted the desert! We viewed huge logs preserved forever into stone with yellow, red, blue and white growth rings. Then we went through more mountains near Flagstaff, AZ and another colorful desert towards the Grand Canyon. Can you imagine the thoughts of the first explorers who stumbled across this beauty? Pictures say a thousand words, but when I stood on the edge of the canyon, overlooking the layers of color and depth, I had no words. One thing that pictures don’t show you is the dizzy feeling you get when you look through space to a beautiful structure on the other side. Even though it looked
virtually the same at every lookout point, I found myself gasping and pointing and awing at the beautiful creation. (For more pictures, visit Danae’s facebook page.)
Eastern California was more like what I envisioned I-40 to look like – dry, hardly any vegetation and although mountainous in the distance, a very flat road. But soon we headed through the distant mountains and into the San Joaquin Valley. Desert on one side, but beautiful crops and tress on the other. Orange groves, corn fields, grape vineyards, and what I am assuming some sort of bean crop dotted the terrain like a patchwork quilt. Our college friend, Trent Voth, took us to the Sequoia National Park to see the big tress – some over 2,000 years old, 40 feet in diameter, and 270 feet tall! We have yet to go to Yosemite and the Pacific Ocean.
The glory of God has been all around us already on this trip and I can’t wait to see more!