Spokane to Grand Forks

Travelling from Coeur d’Alene to Spokane along Hwy 90 is, as most interstates are, effecient and convenient.  We travel along at a good pace, enjoy many opportunities for stopping, including the necessary shopping excursions as they arise – it isn’t unpleasant!

From Spokane WA we departed Hwy 90 onto Hwy 395 north towards the Canadian border.  Escaping the city we found a very pleasant, scenic drive.  Crossing the Columbia River the road then runs along the Kettle River where sandy banks and cool, quick moving water invites the rafters and tube riders to sit back and turns a summer afternoon into time standing still.
Even pulling the tailer we rolled along easily enjoying the view.  The further north we went the more picturesque we found the drive.  The wide open valley closed in and we found that the road ran right along the river almost begging us to stop and set up camp for a night.  A few campgrounds seemed to sit along the way but for the most part there was little in the way of civilization except for the swimmers who were enjoying the lazy river ride.

We’ve driven some wonderful roads in the past 3 years across the west but this was definitely one of the nicest and we recommend the two hour drive!

The Book of Negroes

Strong rains started the day but by noon it was replaced by the warm rays from the sun!

The morning’s rain was warm, something we have almost forgotten about since leaving Ontario.

I finished reading “The Book of Negroes” by Lawrence Hill. When I have a better internet connection I will post some interesting links he includes in the back of the book regarding the real Book of Negroes which, yes, does exist. You cannot read Hill’s novel without wondering how man can be so cruel to man. Yet every generation sees this disregard for human life revealed again and again. Perhaps that is to the point that man actually disregard human life. He replaces the word humanity with the word property. He denies his brotherhood and prefers being superior, powerful and authoritative.

My Dad use to repeat the phrase to me; “power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely”.

Hill provides amble truth of this adage.

God save us from ourselves.

Looking for a Spokane quilt shop

Wendy loves to quilt. She’s a machine quilter as opposed to those who hand quilt. As a quilter she’s creative – but then that’s what quilting is about. Quilters take pieces of fabric, different colours, different kinds and put them together to form a colourful collage. Sometimes it is an image, sometimes a kalidescope!

To get ideas and see the creative results of others Wendy is often looking through quilting magazines.

Since we were coming to Idaho Wendy had seen some quilting store ads for the Spokane area. Today we were headed to Spokane so we inserted the address into our GPS. It took us off I-90 and into what appeared to be a commercial area…and then past that into a residential area. When our female voice announced “you have reached your destination” we were in front of a very attractive ranch style bungalow.

Just then a man came out to the mailbox – so we pulled up, rolled down the window and engaged him in a conversation. At first it was simply discovery; “are we in the right place, is this a quilt shop”, and his response “this is a virtual shop, you can buy a kit, if you are looking for a quilt shop you’ll be disappointed”.

Then the conversation took on a personal tone. He told us that his wife had been doing this for 18 years and that since he lost his job 20 months ago he had been helping her…”In fact she’s down the basement now – she’s got three quilts due this week for a publisher.”

It turns out he had been in manufacturing and the plant was relocated to Mexico. The pain in his voice was obvious. He was not a young man – as some see young. He was closer to the end of his career than the start. As he turned to go back into the house he commented that he was trying to re-invent himself. We wished him well and headed off but the pain that the present state of the economy is inflicting on millions was suddenly very personal.

We did find another quilt shop in the area and the rest of the day, though enjoyable, was set in the context of one person’s pain.

God knows his pain – and while we know very little else about this family I hope that they have a sense that He cares for them.

A few thoughts about us as a family and our interests.