Red Dirt on My Sandals

November 10, 2015

by Fenton Rees

It’s been kind of a bizarre week, almost like stepping through a C.S. Lewis-esque wardrobe into another world, or rather two other worlds. A week ago, I (Fenton) arrived back from Gabon; where it was hot, I was working on the hospital’s electrical system, and where for almost 6 weeks I didn’t travel any further than where I could walk!  Then it’s back home to the cold and wet and crazy traffic. Then for 3 days I helped some friends from our church (BCA) in Everett get their hunting camp set-up in the mountains near Mt. Rainier, and where there was already 5” of snow on the ground. And yes that 45+LBs of  pack and rifle felt heavier than usual, what with the effects of jet-lag and the temperature change etc. Then Sunday it was back into town for an all-day engineering brain-storming meeting yesterday with a long-time client that wants to re-purpose for a new use a system I helped design 5 years ago. And today it‘s back to hunting camp for 3 or 4 days of trying to make Bambi elk and orphan. Of course that (the orphan elk) is all for a good cause; to help provide meat for our church’s Wild Meat Feed, a men’s event early next year that draws an amazing number of guys you would otherwise never see in church.  Was my time in Gabon just a dream? No of course not.  Pat is still there in Gabon (obviously), and I still have some of the red dirt of Africa on my sandals.
 
Pat’s last couple of emails has her recovering from a bout of feeling sick and being “puny”; so pray she recovers from whatever that is/was. It sounds like she is being sensible and trying to get more rest than usual, so that is good. When you feel cold in that amount of heat, you know something is not totally right!
 
All for now,
 
Blessings,
 
Fenton (& Pat)