If you can believe it, I managed to stay off line for 6 days. This has been good and bad for me. Good in that I have a break in my internet routine. Bad in that folks that depend on me for website stuff found out that I was not easily reached. Still, it has been a good few days.

I enjoyed my stay with Bobber. We talked about everything from Ron Paul to religion to Debian. I saw the home for his website. I saw the groove racing track. It was a great time. We started saying goodbye at 9:15am, my family left at 11:30.

I also enjoyed our stay with Scott. More on that later.

More importantly, it looks like we may need to return home another way. First stop is Raleigh to see Kurt, but then the trip is a northern odyssey. If we go too far north, we hit major snow in Chicago. If we go back the way we came, we face flooding in Kentucky. At this point, it looks like we will be traveling Raleigh to DC to Columbus, Ohio to Indianapolis to Davenport, IA to home. I want to see Scott and Bobber again, but the weather may not cooperate.

More on that later, but I’ll take a really big internet risk here. (Phone number removed despite it being a permanent fixture of the internet now.)

BALEETED!

That’s me. I need folks to reach me, so there it is. I’m ready for the prank calls. If you’re my friend and pretend to be a prank call, I will hang up on you. You’ve been warned.

Anyway, I’ll let you know as Tuesday approaches. We are leaving here that morning and making our way West (and North, then West, then kinda Southwest.)

It has been a much needed break away from the regular things in life we’ve had the past three years. No church stuff, no appointments, no surgeries, no nothing. Just the ocean, a lot of wind, much family, and good seafood.

I had hoped that being here would also spark a spiritual renewal, but outside of the release of tension, that hasn’t happened yet. I feel strange addressing a church on Easter Sunday, but I remember that Jesus came to call the sinners, not the saints. I’m only there to introduce my children for whom this little church has prayed continuously for over two years. Whereas before they saw only pictures, Sunday, they see them face to face. Heaven is like that, too, but that’s a different topic altogether.

I do hope to see Doug and Ryan on the trip back. All I ask is to show me where a Chick-Fil-A is located.

I plan on writing much more in two weeks.