Summer 2014
I spent the summer visiting all up and down the west coast.  Right off the bat the truck got wrecked. I parked it on a hill and the brakes released and it rolled into a light pole.  If it had missed the light pole, it would have ended up at a very busy intersection.  Praise God even in the difficult times.  The door still works so it is still like this.

The first weekend I went to Roseburg Oregon and watched our God son Robert Eggleston perform in a youth orchestra.  He is a gifted musician and I am so proud to call him son.  He is the bigger boy to the left of the conductor.

After Roseburg, I drove back to Portland where I visited with many friends. 

Anne Parker our good friend and greatest supporter

I took Alita Watkins to Omsi to see the dinosaurs.

The truck drove itself into a light pole

                                         

 I was in California by June 9^th spending time in the pool and chilling with grandkids.  Our daughter Jennifer Henry and the youngest grand Bryce were still very much in the post birth sleeping mode.  I was still suffering from jet lag so I slept in most mornings.  One grandson was involved in football practice most mornings so activities happened in the afternoon.  We went to Moaning caves, Angels Camp,  San Francisco, then took a wrong turn on the way to a water park and ended up at McClure lake. It was great to get to know our older grandkids. 



Gabby, Johnny and I at the crookedest street in the world. SF

Dakota, Johnny, Jerrod and I in Moaning Caves

 




Johnny, Gabby, and Jerrod at the Golden Gate Bridge

Johnny, Jerrod, Gabby and I at the Golden Gate Bridge