Making Baby Steps Towards Healing and Wholeness
It had been six years, but the long line of evergreens, standing as somber sentinels on both sides of the road, looked strangely familiar as we drove past them in the Oregon darkness. It was early March, and the freezing fog that swirled gracefully in and around their ghostly trunks and limbs gave them an eerie façade. At the same time, the manufactured piles of snow, higher than our car, plowed earlier in the day, which blocked our peripheral view and made us feel as if we were driving through a dark twenty-mile tunnel, gave us safe passage through Mount Hood National Forest on our two-day road trip to Arizona.
“I had forgotten about the trees.” I looked over to Steve, who nodded in agreement. He had been navigating our next stop from the passenger seat with his phone.
The last time we drove through this stretch of deserted wooded highway towards the high desert town of Madras, we were on our monthly visit to Sebastian in Bend.
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