Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Day I Didn't End Up Dying

For about 2 weeks before our flight to Taku Lodge I dreamt about dying.  Mostly wherein I tried to convince God, a prophet and a couple random people why they shouldn't take both Steve and me.  The ensuing knot in my stomach didn't dissipate until we'd landed and disembarked from those float planes twice.  That is the morbid part of the story.

The happy ending is that we are indeed still alive.   And the events from our Taku day including those float planes are now some of my fondest memories from the trip.  However, I don't think I'll ride on a float plane again until I'm good and ready to visit the hereafter for real.  Just sayin'. . .

2 comments:

  1. So glad you're still with us! Now you can keep blogging. ;-)

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  2. Is there a reason you didn't mention these dreams to me?!?

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