Hairpin turns funnel our 30-foot RV downward today, through Idaho’s wild canyons.
Yours truly is not driving.
I am 93% Bilbo Baggins, a homebody who loves peace, quiet. Warm food.
Bilbo had to dig deep when the great Gandalf appeared and set him on a quest. But the little hobbit discovered derring-do within—latent “Took” qualities from his mother’s side of the family gene pool.
We’ve been traveling for ten days. Taking turns with the driving? Well, hoping to channel my inner Took, a week ago I “took” the wheel. Did I mention we’re also towing a station wagon?
I rollercoasted us up and down and around, again, and again, taking turns, taking it slow. To give Bill a break.
Longest. Hour. Ever.
And then the weather changed . . .
Today, from the passenger seat, my senses plunge into spring scenery.
Moraines left behind by ancient glaciers look wetly vibrant. Balsam Root Daisies carpet slopes, glowing patches of gray and chartreuse amid deeper greens.
Camera braced on a raised knee, I shoot through the open window. Colors abound!
I can almost hear Julie Andrews as Maria von Trapp (who definitely claimed her Took side) singing “The hills are alive with the sound of music.”
What inspired those lyrics? Perhaps, the canyons of Idaho.
Or Isaiah 55:12 (NIV):
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
What an ear-tingling promise for people who failed, so spectacularly often, to listen to God. People who clung to their comforts, idols and appetites.
Which sounds like me.
I wonder what today’s scenery might be broadcasting . . .
Married to a roamer, I get to regularly unearth my latent Tookishness. Took and Baggins, taking turns inside me. Is one better?
This world needs those who stir things up.
It also needs those who stir the soup,
and those who keep candles burning on window sills.
What will you stir up today? What’s stirring in you?