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GNRT DAY 8 ANGELS

For days I’ve been writing poems about our travels…let me now explain… We’re on the Great Northern Road trip driving US Highway 2 from Washington all the way to Maine. We’ll be veering off heading to Glacier and Banff… and other parts of Canada…where our passports are required )We’d like to use them at least once…before they both expire). The next phase of our Great Northern Road Trip part of this 48 day span…was a 230 mile journey from the town of Skykomish to the city of Spokane. When we left that morning the rain from yesterday hadn’t finished falling yet… and we wondered if every one of these 230 miles would be cold and wet. As we drove over the Cascade mountains we hadn’t traveled very far… when clouds descended from the mountain top and gently caressed our car From that moment on clouds of every size and shape happily caught our eye as they playfully shared the heavens with the sun and the deep blue sky. They were with us through the Alpine forests…and didn’t miss a beat as they joined us in the valley where the apples grow and through golden fields of wheat. And whenever we stopped to take in the beauty far from the maddening crowds… every time we looked up..we were greeted by the clouds. About halfway through the drive…I had this feeling…strong! that they weren’t clouds at all… but angels sent to watch over us as wee drove along. One cloud gave herself away…after I’d been watching her a while when I’m sure I saw her wink…followed by a smile. When we finally reached Spokane… I looked up and thanked all those angels for helping us find our way And told them if they’re not busy we’ll be on this Great Northern Road trip….for at least 40 more days.

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