On Monday night as we walked down Route 1, it began to rain--and then to pour. (Thankfully we put on our rain ponchos right before it got around to the pouring part!) After maybe two minutes of pouring there loomed up, beside the empty road, a large building of some kind with a porch. And port in a storm, really; I thought it might be someone's house but was happy to get under that porch. It turned out to be a vacant inn with a porch that wrapped around back, nice and broad; we praised God and slept there, while it continued to pour.
It poured again the next morning, at intervals, forcing us to take shelter at a disused gas station among other places; we got delayed so much we could only afford a couple hours for our daily "library break." And as we walked on toward Baltimore, all the churches we had planned for were so inadequate in the way of shelter we kept passing them by; rain was promised again for last night. Finally we found a lovely hidden but completely unsheltered spot by a Lutheran church, and used Paul's stick, some string, duct tape and my rain-poncho to set up a bivouac--on the strength of some creativity and my Dad's long-ago description of what a bivouac is. Neither of us had ever done it. Very cramped, but we woke up dry!
We're almost out of Baltimore now. Everything going smoothly. Must go!
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Keep posting, Heather! How was your visit with Hannah et al? How was your birthday? Did you & Paul celebrate your golden birthday? Love you!
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