Park City - Salt Lake City - Denver - Minneapolis/St. Paul.  Up at 4 a.m. Off to the airport. No problems. As we approached Denver the clouds bumped up against the high ridges of the western side of the Front Range, spilling over on to the plains.

I'm now at my Dad's cousin, Linda Miller, in Bloomington, near Edina. Linda's mother, Lorraine, my Grandpa Woody's sister, was so kind to me my first year of seminary in 1978. They gave me a place to stay those first few weeks, a home in the Midwest, a welcome in a foreign land. Cold here today. Blustery. Moist. It feels like the Midwest and not a bad thing. I'll start to add pictures in the days ahead. Thanks for reading and taking part in the journey.