We made it to Syracuse in one piece. Our pets, who we had to bring along, seem sane at the moment. The girls – not so much. Just kidding! There was a lot of napping going on in the van so we’re feeling rested and ready to have fun. It’s a beautiful sunny evening – maybe a walk is in order after grilled out hamburgers and NY hot dogs, aka “coonies”.
We let Kimmi drive the last two hours of the trip. It’s great to have someone else to help – especially with an 11-hour trip. Oddest moment in my day: an older, skinny, shirtless guy with a few teeth missing telling me how to save money travelling with pets. Obviously you can request a “service dog” vest and paper from the govt. and then fly free with your dog, stay in any hotel with it, etc., fooling the masses. Best $65 he spent. How about that? I kicked myself once back in our van for not at least saying, “But that’s not really honest…” He was quite the rest area socialite, chatting up lots of folks before hopping into his old RV with blue dolphins painted on the sides. I love people – never a dull moment!
I better go for now – we’re trying to be as unplugged as possible. I just thought it would be fun to document our trip.
Yesterday afternoon I hopped into our gold mini-van with my three daughters and two of their friends. We headed happily down the road toward Ft. Wayne to see “Winter Jam” an annual concert event with 5-6 great Christian bands and a speaker. My girls and I have probably been to 4-5 Winter Jams in the past few years and love it every time. We had been looking forward to it for several months.
At least it was sunny out, even though still chilly. We waited, walked a few steps, waited some more, hoped and hoped as we got closer that before long the line would really start moving and we’d be finding our way to some seats and an awesome evening of music, shouting, standing and clapping, and fun.
A guy came out and started walking from the back of the line up toward where we stood. We heard him telling people something as he walked along. As he got closer we heard him talking about an extra music appearance at a local church following the concert and then he turned to us and said, “You’re not getting in. Sold out show.” After a moment of shock and disbelief, the line started breaking up as the people around us began to wander back to their cars, vans and church buses. We stood there for a moment looking at each other – “What?!” “No way!” 
Along the Narrow Path 