Do you have a bucket list of places or things you would like to experience or accomplish? If so, have you started checking off any of your wishes or desires?
There are so many beautiful sites to see around the world. Unfortunately, my dislike of flying coupled with physical limitations keeps me grounded for the most part. The only occasions on which I fly are to visit family. Therefore, entries on my bucket list are all located within the United States, and I make sure to factor in driving time for each one. Recently, Mike and I had the privilege of experiencing a location I have wanted to see – Lake Powell and some of its surrounding features.
As we drove into Wahweap Bay, we were both awestruck by the beauty of the landscape – on the Arizona side, but especially on the Utah side of the lake. Google® helped me with what we were looking at and then high school geology classes came flooding back into my brain with words I have not used in decades. “What the heck is a laccolith?” I wondered, “and what is a butte?” https://www.britannica.com/science/laccolith; https://www.britannica.com/science/butte-geology.
It had also rained on the drive in, so the constant cloud movement changed the scenery like a kaleidoscope over the terrain. It was incredibly beautiful.
The night before our main excursion it rained again. We watched the storm coming and barely got our burgers off the fire before it began to sprinkle. Before heading in, I caught sight of a partial rainbow.
As I laid in bed that night watching the flashes of lighting and listening to the thunder with the accompaniment of the music from the downpour off the roof of the RV, I thought of something God said to Job.
“What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, or the place
where the east winds are scattered over the earth? Who cuts
a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm,
to water a land where no one lives, an uninhabited desert, to satisfy
a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with grass?”
Job 38:24-27, NIV
The next morning, we headed off for our next adventure, which is more impressive in person than any picture taken of it. Looking down into the 1,000-foot drop of Horseshoe Bend, it was like I could hear the psalmist singing:
“In his hand are the depths of the earth,
and the mountain peaks belong to him.”
Psalm 95:4, NIV
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