Last weekend, was the first time ever that all 3 of our children were away all at the same time. It was truly surreal around our house. Friday evening when I returned home from dropping the kids off at camp, (I know I'm weird here...) I truly wrestled with cleaning my brains out or resting. I had briefly thought of calling my husband and talking with him for a moment to see what he needed me to do before making my decision, but honestly...(sigh) I knew he'd tell me to rest. Later, I found out I was right! 

While I waited for my beloved to get home from work I snacked on pistachios and watched CSI: NY. Shortly before he arrived the Netflix went out. I tried fixing it, but it just wouldn't do anything. I got online to all the different websites the thing told me to, but it wouldn't work. Mr. G decided to surf the other Wii channels and we found out we could download YouTube on to our Wii console. The rest of the evening we watched Mark Lowry clips. What fun we had laughing together! And boy can that Mark Lowry S.I.N.G!!!
The next morning was busy writing bills, balancing the checkbook, then heading out to a Sunday School meeting. After that we decided to head north and make some stops on the way to pick up the kids. We stopped for lunch at a convenience store for something quick on the road. Strangely enough they had just what we wanted--salad and sandwich. LOL We continued up the road until we came to the turn off for Kinzua Bridge. Hubby decided to take the turn and follow the signs. I figured he was going to the auction by the way he was going, but I sat quietly to figure out where he was headed. When we passed by the auction I figured he'd seen something else.
When we arrived at the packed parking lot, he noticed a plane and decided to take a bunch of pictures because it looked neat with the wispy clouds in the background.
We were both amazed at the lack of leaves through this area too. Further up the road there were leaves on the trees still, but not through the Kinzua Bridge area. It makes one wonder if the weather patterns are different through this area.
The bridge was destroyed by a tornado some years back and they refurbished it only out to a point so people can walk out on it and not only enjoy the view, but marvel at God's creation and the fierce force of nature that took down the MASSIVE steel, bending the supports over like play dough in a child's hands.
I didn't see the steel beams until we arrived at the end, but I marveled at the devastation that took place that is still apparent years later. This tornado didn't last long by the looks of the land, but the wind sheer could be seen even through the trees at the top of the hill where we'd walked from.
They'd kept the original part of the bridge in tact, but built a walk way around it. This picture is looking through the rails to the ravine below.
We were not sure if this was a foot bridge or a log that someone had placed over the stream. Mr. G took a picture to blow it up and see if it was a bridge or a log. LOL
A truly humbling, terrifying sight for me that took my breath away and brought tears to my eyes.
It left me awestruck with a humbling reverence for my God. I didn't see this until we made it to the end of the foot bridge. Even though I saw the tornado's path, I still didn't gain a full understanding of the true magnitude of the tornado until seeing this.
Awestruck...
Walking back, the plane passed by a few more times.
We arrived at our friends' house to visit and help make dinner because we knew that everyone would be famished when they came back from camp. What a lovely and wonderful time we had of fellowship and laughter. I won't post the last picture my husband took of our friends together. Lisa would kill me! LOL
Over all our time together was bitter sweet...more sweet than bitter though. It simply wasn't long enough. I'm looking forward to the time when the kids will be able to go to camp again and my Mr. G and I can have more time alone together. For some reason we don't have that very much, but hopefully we'll be able to fix that soon.
God Bless,



