I enjoyed the 7 hour scenic drive down the coast Friday to visit my brother.
I almost hit a bird,
took in some sites,
and finally made it to the last town before the California border.
We did a couple computer projects, ran our radio control cars on the beach, streamed an Athey Creek service, ate pizza and drank Mt. Dew.
I got some pictures of my brother, Loren,
and his Harley.
I drove the same route home Monday and rolled into the shop just before thunder introduced a powerful downpour.
It feels like time is passing about as quickly as the road under that Harley. For this remission, family, friends, and countless blessings, I remain thankful to God.