Ani taking in the view from the top of Mount Baldy in Eagle River
We have eaten out several times. Josh and I took Geri and Ani on their first hike up Mount Baldy. On the way back down Josh discovered a quicker route, not to mention a whole lot more fun! We threw caution to the wind, plopped down on our behinds and slid all the way to the bottom. From the road you could look up the mountain and see our butt prints perfectly. Which reminds me of a great poem someone sent me once...
Buttprints In The Sand
(or in our case snow)
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you along.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
Peter invited them in and made them feel at home. The next morning he got up and went with them. Acts 10:23