How you have managed to get on with your lives without knowing where the Wetselaar’s ate dessert on their anniversary is a mystery to me. To get bloggy things on the right track again I will tell you that our favorite dessert is a soft serve ice cream cone from Dunes mart, a slightly dumpy looking Marathon gas station in Beverly Shores. (No relation to Beverly Hubers.) We always went there when we camped as a family at the dunes, and with ice cream in hand would ride down a beautiful back road that we nick-named The Raccoon Road. There was rarely any other traffic on this road and we drove slowly along or came to a complete stop so we could watch the deer, the birds and the raccoons. The little masked bandits would come right up and leave their child-like paw prints on the car doors while hoping for handouts. Some great family memories were made with all 6 of us in the van, thinking about nothing more important than how many deer we saw or how to get a good picture of that cute raccoon with the funny ear. No church worries. No school worries. Just a van full of laughter and love and ice cream cones. We haven’t camped in years – although I would still like to sometime – and our family demographic has changed so much, but a soft serve ice cream cone from The Dunes Mart still becomes a little celebration. Lance, Josh, Dorinda – make sure your Wetselaar spouses take you there sometime. The road we liked to drive down is no longer passable and has become a very swampy area filled with bird life. We didn’t see any deer or raccoons, but the memories were all still there, right where we left them! 

Computer news – Rev.’s is back at church where I am writing, not my favorite spot because I need windows so that when I cannot be outside I can at least see outside. Mine has been delivered to an expert in whom I have placed high hopes for its speedy (and hopefully not too expensive) recovery.

I have topics and photos yet to share this week, so even though our Sabbatical has ended I will be writing more about our final weeks of this special time we had together this summer Sabbaticalling.