Welcome everyone.
We're getting out. Jennifer, Clint and Maia Porritt have officially hit the road and this is a travel-blog of our family's escape from the big city.
Many of you have asked what’s next in our lives—the answer to which is “currently nothing”. Lately we’ve reflected on how our busy and cluttered lives have been at odds with the way of Jesus—too many distractions and way too much stuff. Therefore, we are planning to take a much needed rest from the busyness of life-in-general.
For an undetermined amount of time we are unplugging our lives here in Edmonton and taking to the open road for a period of Sabbath. We’ve sold our home, paid off our debts and re-tired the van. We plan to meander like hippies across Canada—first east, then west—stopping to site-see and people-watch, to camp in many beautiful places and to catch-up with scattered friends and family along the route. We are not leaving Edmonton permanently—at some point, perhaps in the fall, we will return to Edmonton and prepare for whatever adventure God has next in store for us. Until then, we’ll rest.
We expect that approximately half of you may think we’re completely crazy, while perhaps the other half will be almost convinced that maybe you too need a Sabbath. Whatever you’re thinking on the matter we are confident that your thoughts and prayers will go with us wherever we may wander.
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Saturday, July 19th, 2008
Today we spent a few hours in Three Hills, Alberta, the small town that was home to me as a child. Going back in time, so to speak, is quite surreal. It’s amazing the memories and emotions that are attached to “place” in our lives. Of course a lot of things have changed-but surprisingly a lot is still the same, such as Prairie Elementary School, where I watched Maia tread the same playing fields and sidewalks that I tread as a child over twenty years ago. History. Weird. Going back is such a different adventure than going ahead.
Our travels today will bring us to a small crowded campsite in Yoho National Park. A beautiful mountainous setting to be sure, but sandwiched between the highway and a set of relentless train tracks kinda takes something away from the landscape I love. In the twelve hours we spent here, I counted at least fifteen passages of the train-the math is as painful as my lack of sleep.
CRAZY EXPERIMENT: Steak dinner cooked under the hood of our Plymouth Voyager. Wrapped in layers of tin foil and placed strategically around our a 3.3 litre engine for a couple hours of driving before supper. The steak was perfect, the veggies slightly overcooked, and the potatoes probably needed another hour. Not bad for the first time.
