Part I: Road trip like it's 1976.
No maps, just a determined craving for the road and fresh, sea air. Hannah and I drove along the Oregon Coast to feel Canon Beach under our feet and romp around those glorious sea stacks. We lay in the tall sea grasses and watch the sun spread the sky with colour. We had to peel ourselves away from the scene, but we made our way to the road again. Onward to Portland! And on the way, peering skyward through the sunroof, I thought that every single star felt an arm's length away. It seems for me that road trips are somewhat of a face-to-face encounter with God. The things that cross your path in one day! The snippets of conversation! The memories triggered!