Our annual Halloween weekend at the Ranch began with a largely uneventful drive north on Thursday evening, after Laurent and Megan finished work at the school. \u00a0We had everything packed and ready to go, and picked the girls\u00a0up on our way out of town. The journey was marred only by my lack of night vision, though I managed (possibly stupidly) to tough it out through the Salt River Canyon and all the way to Show Low before I handed the wheel over to Laurent. \u00a0We arrived exhausted and collapsed into our sleeping bags close to midnight.<\/p>\n
It was, therefore, astounding that I managed to wake up early enough Friday morning to do something I’ve been longing to do for many months — capture the sunrise. \u00a0It was worth the short night to witness the grandeur of God masterfully painting the heavens\u00a0with glory at 5:30 a.m.! \u00a0The colors were so brilliant, I couldn’t improve on them if I tried with any photo editing software.<\/p>\n
It was chilly in the morning air, but the kids found a couple of “Grandpa hats” for the little boys to wear, which they LOVED as they ran up and down the hills. Meanwhile, the big boys kept warm in the cabin fooling around on my\u00a0old phone, which Jacob tried to resurrect to use for playing Angry Birds. I asked them for a smile, and they both instinctively made faces at me. I love boys.<\/p>\n
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