Playing catch up

In the interest of my dear readers, and myself, I am not going to overwhelm us all with the prospect of telling every last story between now and the last blog post. Spotty internet, cranky babies, and tequila shots have all played a part in my not writing until now. Since that last post, we have been to Yellowstone National Park, where we had a close encounter with a Bison, Cloe entertained the masses at Old Faithful, and we drove through a snowstorm. After we left the park, we traversed the scariest mountain road imaginable while pulling a trailer, visited friends in Idaho, crossed the border into Canada, hung out with some very generous Nova Scotians, and entered the Alaska Highway. It's been quite a trip.
We have come to wonder what the daily miracle will be. Each leg, it seems that something happens that is so highly unlikely, with such perfect timing, that it seems this trip is not ours at all, but has been orchestrated by an intelligent, loving, and humorous higher power. Today our miracle was Jacob noticing uneven tread on one of the trailer tires, that lead him to find the shackles of the axles had worn and cracked to the point of near collapse. Luckily, there was an auto store here in Fort Nelson, and after much tugging, sawing, and cursing, he had it fixed up good as new. They could have gone at any minute, but the miracle came through, and we can continue on our journey.
The mountains have made me very contemplative. For the first time in 4 years, I have had the better part of the afternoon to just sit and stew. Riding in the car, while the babies sleep and Cloe plays quietly, I watch the amazing scenery go by, and think about all the things that have brought me here.

 Hindsight, turns out, is not always 20/20. There's no way to understand it all, but in my seat, gazing at the snow capped peaks, and dense evergreen forests, I feel like I have gotten a good glimpse of my life, and I am glad to be here. Glad to be living to the fullest and not taking it for granted. Sure, we're a bit burned out today, but we still have a long way to go. I have faith that the miracles will continue, and I think that's the secret. It is what it is, and I am freaking tired. But tomorrow is Liard River Hot Springs, and we can rest our weary bodies in it's thermal goodness. Don't know if we'll have internet, likely not to, but I'll do my best to describe it in a timely manner. Until then, send us your good energy and your prayers, and we will do the same for all of you.