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*Jake seen here whispering “I think I can, I think I can” over the PA system to The Big Blue Bus as we slowly make our way through the mountains. Love this guy!
Yesterday (Tuesday) started early and ended late. We stopped in Dawson Creek and marked the occasion by climbing on the roof of the bus via the emergency escape hatch and posing for picture in front of the sign declaring the start of the Alaska Highway.
As evening approached we watched three black bears, a mama and two cubs, scamper across the road. (Today we’ve added four more bears to that list, along with a caribou, a herd of bison, some sheep and a fox.)
We watched as the sun set in the distance and we continued our drive. As midnight approached it was time to rest. Jake and the bus had driven an unbelievable 530 miles.
I was in the back, having put Miss B to sleep about an hour before and got up when we pulled over. Jake had found a turnout we would be safe in for the night. The boys were preparing to go outside to brush their teeth. I could see nothing outside the windows. We were enveloped by darkness. When Jake turned off the engine, the silence was deafening.
On their way outside, the boys opened a few windows to let some fresh air circulate through the bus before we closed everything up for the night. I could hear the sound of a creek nearby, though I could see nothing.
Jake had gone outside to do his nightly perimeter walk and make sure all was secure when I heard him call to me to join him. Walking outside, I beheld the most wondrous sight of the trip so far. I took Jake’s hand and stood beside him, taking it all in.
The spot he had chosen for the night was a bit off the highway and surrounded by trees. We stood in the clearing and gazed upward. Hundreds of miles from civilization, the silhouette of the towering trees stood against the pitch sky while millions of stars twinkled overhead and took my breath away. Their strength and number was unlike any I’ve seen before. Directly ahead was the Big Dipper. We picked out the North Star and the Milky Way. The boys were thrilled to watch shooting stars.
I could have stayed in that spot and watched the night sky for hours. As Jake and I climbed into bed at the back of the bus, we cracked a window to watch the stars just a while longer. We talked about the mundane and we talked about the goodness of God for allowing us this adventure.
There isn’t much romance on a Big Blue Bus with four children. But staring up at those stars with Jake’s arms around me – came pretty dang close to the perfect date.