I wanted to just write a few thoughts about my time in Albany, Georgia. I was feeling rather unfulfilled in my acts of service towards others since we left home. I felt as if it was all for us, this journey we were on. Although this is a journey of self discovery, it was also to be a time to connect with those along the way and to shine His light, something we are not very good at as a family.
An outbreak of winter twisters in Albany, Georgia can change your plans a bit. But more on that later.
After leaving Ian’s Florida home in January we made our way south to visit Universal Studios and to explore the Everglades / Keys area. We knew the implications of leaving a comfy home and how hard it would be assimilate back into life on the road.
This last month has been an interesting time. I had been spared the distraction of trailer duties and travel concerns because when we arrived in Florida on December 4th, Ian, my friend from Brooklin, had a house ready for us to occupy. It allowed us to spread out and lounge. I was able to relax, do some reading and sort out my thoughts a bit.
The latter weeks of November we made our way slowly through the lower states hitting National Parks and more historic sites along the way. But before that, we would return to D.C. and use our bikes with baby carriers in tow to see he sites of the National Mall. We saw Marine One fly by and Mike Pence walked right by us in the Capitol Building. Pretty Neat. Leaving D.C. the path south has much civil war and American history so I was excited to hit those spots, like Monticello, the Shenandoah Mountains and the Appomattox. We hugged the Appalachian Mountains with the intent of me being able to climb Mt. Mitchell in North Carolina. Wild fires prevented that from happening and nearly cancelled our whole mountain experience in that area.
I met Doug when I started to attend College Park church in Oshawa. He ran the video webcasting department and I was joining the team to help out a bit. He showed me the ropes and seemed to welcome the relief. I really don’t remember what we talked about those first few Sabbaths, but we got along okay.
I was at College Park for a couple years before Cynthia and I started a family and we began attending a church in Brooklin. Before we left I learned that Doug was into motorcycling and hiking. I thought, “what a shame, I’m into those things too and we could have hung out. Oh well!”.