SWIFTS & ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT ON PRESIDENT TRUMP; Woodland-WA

There was a lot of swift activity happening today.

Around noon, we went for another exploration drive around Woodland :-)

Holland suggested we drive towards the Austin Point County Park - then onto the trestle bridge again: he wanted to drive under the bridge this time.

I was game: dirt roads suit me just fine :-)

Bypassing the main part of the County Park, we found a little out-of-the-way beachfront; and explored that sliver of sand until sand ran out where the river was making an inroad - then, we sat for a bit watching the gentle lapping waves, and listening to Tom Petty, and Journey, tunes on the radio.

Tugboat on the Mighty Columbia River; Woodland-WA

A semi-hidden sliver of beachfront; a new place to visit, for both of us ;-)

There may have been 8 people total … 5 adults, 3 children, and 3 dogs here;  with us.

St. Helen's Waterfront-OR, directly across the river.

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - 'Mary Jane's Last Dance' song:

 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtZeVx5Om4c)

The atmosphere was peaceful - outside, and inside, Betsy's cab.

Back on the main dike highway, the summer scent of drying field hay on the breeze made us both smile with past country day remembrances - we both grew up in the country. A little further down the highway, Holland found the road under the bridge, he wanted to explore.

Betsy didn't move too swiftly up the incline … but swift flitting dragonflies, and swift darting dark-bodied swifts raced back and forth across the windshield.

I was totally in my element :-)

Exploring the dike road that runs beneath the trestle 'Ghost Bridge'; Woodland-WA

Journey - 'Don't Stop Believing' song: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3idGV-7kSQ)

I like doing stuff like this exploration - I'm a redneck woman, all the way ;-)

Swift moving fun in the sun.

The dike road was not well maintained, but it was an enjoyable country drive. However, it dead-ended with another little County Park and boat ramp.

This was also new to Holland who has fished up and down the Columbia River.

I was tickled pink that we had made new memories during today's outing - memories that don't involve the Past (either of our Pasts) in any way, shape, or form.

Today's adventures belong solely to US, and we are building our Life together on new stepping stones :-)

When we got back to the motel room, Holland received a text … we'll be driving to Kelso tomorrow to visit with his nephew Jake. We'll be hauling our laundry with us too - and take care of that business at the laundromat before we leave Kelso; it needs to be done, and Monday forward is going to be busy, busy, busy.

After Holland put his phone down, he made a large Supper salad … but eating it immediately was side-lined when a news briefing caught both our attentions as he was scrolling through the TV channels: 

Bloodied Trump rushed off stage after shots fired at rally:

 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL14SZKrjbY)

Eyewitness: The crowd 'went nuts' when Trump pumped his fist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8I6KtSgkPw

It wasn't surprising.

I had been saying for months that something like this would happen as the Presidential Election Date got closer: the obamanites failed at outing President Trump the entire 4 years he and his family were in The White House - they failed at the kangaroo court {convictions} they bored us with since biden's miserable coup … the only alternative the obamanite DC cartel has left to get rid of Trump once and for all, is to permanently end President Trump's life.

But, as usual, they failed. A.g.a.i.n.

And as usual, all the hateful social talking heads - hateful liar barak hussein obama, hateful dementia-boy biden, hateful hellery, and hateful cokehead dubbya … all took to the mic and social media outlets to vomit their hypocritical concern for the man they have vociferously gone after steadily for eight years straight: actively calling for his death, threatening to rape his wife, kidnap his teenage son … and bomb the White House.

The only people making threats have been the obamanites.

The only thing these wicked people are sorry about, is that their plot did not succeed with a swift moving bullet to the head.

The obamanite DC cartel are rabid dogs: totally untrustworthy and viscously motivated. They probably set this whole thing in motion to effectively keep biden in a {safe room, as before during his basement campaign four years ago}, so there will be no more disastrous addle-minded Presidential Debates: the obamanites have been looking for an out to keep biden out of the spotlight. And assassination plot isn't too far fetched to be considered when dealing with those poisonous yapping dogs who will stop at nothing to destroy anyone in their destructive path.

Obamanite hatespeak fallout - I'M VERY ANGRY RIGHT NOW; America is better than this! 5.30 PM tonight.

They are desperately overplaying their hand: but The People are not fooled … and only the hand of God stopped the bullet that clipped President Trump's ear, from entering his head, as intended.

barak hussain obama and his crooked DC cartel are not going to win this battle: Trump will swiftly be back up and running, stronger than ever because of the threat of death hanging over his head, now.

And I am righteously angry.

I am angry because America is better than this!

America - despite all the third-world tactics the obamanites have done their best to implant throughout America and our seats of high power - is not a third-world country.

America … and the world at large, needs President Trump.

The political insanity stemming from DC's obamanite cartel needs to be swiftly halted: President Trump is the man to do just that - and that is why the obamanites hate him and want to see him dead.

I'm pretty sure this very topic will be on everyone's lips tomorrow, while visiting in Kelso.

OLEQUA HEIGHTS-WA

July 2nd: This morning I was drinking my second cup of coffee; and six pages into a new novel, when Holland shut his laptop and said, "How about we take a drive to Olequa and explore the power line road, as soon as you finish your coffee and change out of your p.j.'s?"

(((YES - and thank you!)))

We had explored another Olequa road a couple days ago … but this one would be different: this one would be on the backside of familial compound boundaries.

Holland's family ranch is at the end of Olequa Road, and I've been curious about the gravel road that spurs off at the junction just before turning onto the Redmill property.

Holland has talked a lot about the {power line road}, ever since I've known him; I'm more than ready to be included in his special place adventuring - I drained my cup quickly, got dressed in record time, and we were soon pointing Betsy's nose toward the anticipated destination ;-)

New read …

Olequa Heights Rd-WA from Woodland-WA ; 42 min (36.0 mi) via I-5 N and Westside Hwy

Woodland has prepared for this Holiday's festivities ;-)

We drove the freeway to Castle Rock, and took our time enjoying a lazy drive up Westside Highway to Olequa. While driving, Holland gave me a background history lesson on Olequa … and he told me about an Indian burial ground that is there, too (maybe we'll go back and visit that, at another time).

Apparently, Olequa was a hub of activity in it's heyday - but the only reminder that it ever existed is the few places where the Name is highlighted (History notations, street signs, home addresses, the Senior Center, and a Farm, in Winlock-WA).

I was fascinated by the historical tidbits Holland was feeding me - and I researched it when we got back from our adventuring.

Olequa Indians/History of Olequa: (https://www.pacific-hwy.net/olequa.htm#:~:text=There%20used%20to%20be%20a,live%20in%20and%20around%20Olequa. & https://www.pacific-hwy.net/pumphery.htm)

Holland turned off a side road at the lower end of Olequa Road instead of the upper end I was expecting … another surprise road.

I like adventuresome surprises :-)

I am pleased to be included in Holland's carefully guarded Life; Holland does not easily share his private life, and he's slow to include newcomers (aka: anyone who did not grow up with him). I've only known Holland for a short period of time - and we've been married less than that. Basically, he still regards me as a newcomer in his Life.

But today, he is making a serious effort to remedy that. He is sorry that he has made me to feel like an outsider in the Life we are attempting to build. He was surprised when I unloaded a lot of hurt feelings on him this month - and he is sorry that he took his insecurities and withdrawal pain out on me.

We have both apologized - we have both forgiven each other for things said and done in the heat of angry moments during the entire month of June.

He is vowing to be a better partner; less apt to push my buttons or foist unrealistic expectations on me (or US) … and to stop throwing the D-Word into every disagreement. In short, after seriously rereading the FB posts, and viewing the hurt from my perspective of why they were necessary to make known, he has been making every effort to show me that he is serious about {going the Lifelong Distance}.

And, I am vowing to tamp my redhead temper down and be a gentler wife; kinder, and less apt to fight mean and dirty when Holland's attitude triggers mine.

He is working hard to make US a priority; and I am learning to trust (I trust Elohim 100% - it's trusting people that trips me up: Elohim doesn't lie, people do). I can't honestly say that actual trust was broken; what I am saying is that I'm finding out things about him as time moves forward, that I am finding difficult to understand or accept.

BUT

All things are possible through Christ Jesus: and He is Who we are trusting as we come together to repair the cracks that have riddled this marriage.

We love each other, despite the complicated circumstances of this marriage. Our home has to be our safe place - even during disagreements. Our home has to be a place of inclusion in each other's life; Holland is not used to sharing his Life with anyone: I'm pretty sure that even those closest to him, from the Past, aren't as close as they think they are. Holland is the most walled-off person I've ever met.

But he has taken pains to include me today, and I am grateful. This is a serious happening and I am feeling blessed by the inclusion.

Holland is going to show me one of his past favorite haunts :-)

The sound of crunching gravel as we climbed the winding dirt road was music to my ears, the atmosphere was warm, and great swaths of foxglove (purple, pink, white, & bi-color) bloomed along the way.

I love foxgloves … and have planted them in flowerbeds at several homes, throughout the decades.

Two does passed right in front of us … Holland spotted them first, and called my attention to them.

They weren't off the road too far - I quietly urged them to go deeper into the side growth.

A doe with twin fawns … sorry about the jittery vid - Holland kept creeping forward :-(

I'm glad Holland has decided to 'stick'; and I'm glad he is feeling comfortable enough to share his special places with me.

I was in dirt road Heaven; and Holland was relaxed knowing that I was enjoying the ride :-)

We talked, we made plans, we laughed, we listened to Supertramp songs, and we thoroughly enjoyed that forested dirt road.

When we reached the top of the steep Olequa terrain, we got out of Betsy and enjoyed the wild beauty of the area: I understood why this place holds a special place in Holland's Life.

I was glad I was standing there, soaking it all in - the beauty, the sounds, the scents, the sharing.

I'm easily pleased ;-)

Holland's special place is simply beautiful, peaceful, and warmly inviting.

The overlook was engaging; Vader and outlying areas.

Then, as we were settling back into Betsy's cab, Holland's phone rang. He's been busy this past week with a side job. I waited until he read the text - and was prepared to beat feet back to town … but instead, Holland shut his phone off after reading the text, and said, "I'll take care of this later." I said, "You've been waiting for this call - we can go back into town." He looked at me, and said, "This is our time, Baby - just me and you; if I call this guy back and he doesn't answer right away, it will be an all day long phone tag thing. I don't want anything to cut into you and me, today; I'll get back to him later on."

Wow.

He really is serious about "making things right, Baby."

The sounds of the forest - the scent, and the intent; healing rode the gentle breeze.

Supertramp - 'Give A Little Bit': 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_leMA3_maBU)

Coming back down the incline, I noticed something I had missed before, because it was on the driver's side going up - so, I said, "Stop! I want to see this pretty thing, up close!" I wasn't being bossy; I just didn't want to use too many words that would eat up time and get us further away from the pretty thing ;-)

A pretty, wildflower, 'Toughleaf Iris'; it seemed so out of place in this wild place of evergreens, foxgloves, daisies, and dandelions: there were 2 of them, close together.

This forest adventuring was fun - and in a sense, cathartic.

As we exited the dirt road where we made new memories and pledges, we both felt the liberating effects of leaving lingering shadows behind us.

Today's adventure end was really the beginning; I'm glad I came :-)

On the way back to Woodland, Holland suggested we stop by Popeye's and grab some chicken to eat with our supper salad :-)

I had seen butterflies flitting among the wild daisies in the forest; but it wasn't until we were waiting for our meal pickup in Popeye's parking lot that a big blue dragonfly appeared to bolster hope, and drive home a gentle admonishment for both of us …

Relax and go with the flow of Elohim's Plan.

Fried Chicken for Supper - oh, yeah ;- )