Behold! Bets and the Boys

   Bets and the Boys are back (in business and in Nebraska!) It has been music almost non-stop since we got here, except during lunch time, that time is sacred.:) Would it surpise you then that we coincidently have more pictures of us in the kitchen than us playing music? Shows where the photographer's priorities are...

   Anyway, Betsy has flown away, away beyond cloud nine. It is all we can do to get her to bed at night, and that is due mostly to the difficulty of even getting ourselves to bed. Music is powerful stuff! 

   Half the fun is the people we play with and meet in all the jamborees and practices. It is fun to watch Betsy interact with other musicians...you can tell she loves them and just accepts each one for who they are. On the other side of the harmony people just get ecstatic about Betsy and her music; they want to include her in everything.

   As for Seth, he is wherever the music is, too, besides taking a lead in the work projects and games. Seth is kind of like our balast to keep us all steady and going in the right direction. And there is me, making sure we are all fed both physically and earfully. I join the music, that way I do not miss out on anything, besides the bodhran is just the greatest percussion extant. 

   I will have to persuade our errant photographer to get some videos and pictures of all the excitement. But for now all I have is what we do during lunchtime. :) 

Getting priorities straight here!

Betsy is always looking up good music and bands. 

   That reminds me, at our latest Jam session we met another great musical group called Scenic Roots: two sisters that play and sing old mountain, celtic, and gospel music. We really like their music and you should, too! Go to scenicroots.com and see what you think! 

   Anyway that brings the David the Post Host to the conclusion of another post. Protect yourselves from the bite of the frost until next time though you may never know when I may post again.

Crossing Countless Cornfields

   The hum of an engine, the impartial glare of the sun, mile after mile being beaten down by tireless tires, periodic snoozing, the glassy gaze of the driver, sonic vibrations softening our senses from unforgiving speakers, and yada yada yada...sound familiar? All  too familiar to Betsy, Seth, and David. 

   Traveling should be our family name. If I ever have change my name it might end up something close to exactly like this David German Traveler. I will surely miss this nomadic missionary life when in my scholastic cell I study away next semester. But until then and and every moment before I will love every minute and more. Besides I do not think my companions would allow me to do otherwise.

   It only seems like we are in the car every other day during those breaks when we are not actually in the car everyday. We have traveled hundreds of miles each week; somedays we are gone twelve hours going here and there and everywhere. Thank goodness we have good CD's and conversation to keep the drivers awake. ;) 

   Thanks again for reading the post from our host, David. We hope you make the most of it until next time because you never know when I may post again.

In Salt Lake City

 What a week! We left our beloved Idaho Monday to descend to the state of Utah.  I cannot believe I have again separated myself from the free virgin pristine clean domains of North Idaho that I have been honored to call home. It almost like separating myself; part of me was left behind. Somehow this seems a reoccurring difficulty. Asheville, North Carolina claimed its "pound of flesh", as of course did Brazil, and not least of all Germany, with characteristic determination, retains it's willing piece of my heart. But then...it was Germany, what else could I do!! I have loved living on land lavished with the almost mundane masterpieces of God's handiwork. I should be back again. (Thanks Isaac for these pictures of Idaho)

 Leaving our palace of pines we dove a couple hundred miles south into a spreading sea of civilization. Urbanization is spreading over the Salt Lake Valley like a disease. In the middle of the chaos stands the Salt Lake Temple, a beacon of "Holiness to the Lord" (as is written on its front). I find it interesting to compare the incomparable glories of nature to the edifices erected by man for the worship of "Nature's God". Both are beautiful, both praise the Lord, in both God may come to dwell. It is wonderful.  I love this House of God. (Thanks Kimball for the pictures of the Temple)
  Anyway, here Kimball, John, and I are in Salt Lake and we did not loose too much time in getting to business. Kimball is moving down to the area, John is looking into moving down here, too, and I...I...I know I am supposed to be doing something. Ah! Yes, I am enrolling in a college down here, a couple blocks away from the Temple. A job and place to live would be nice for me, too. I just made my life interesting, though, because I decided to go to Nebraska for the Christmas season with my fellow Germany travelers, Betsy and Seth. I would not miss that opportunity...but afterwards I will be back for school in January.
  This week we went up and down, to and fro, back and forth, here and there, looking, finding, coming close, loosing, recovering, going again, here, there, and...do not get the idea that we overworked or anything, because half the week things were closed for Thanksgiving, giving us plenty of time to relax. Success was achieved in several ways. We are a week closer to finding jobs, and Kimball has found an affordable decent place to live. This next week will welcome the arrival of more family from all over the country. John and BreeAnna will be married in the Salt Lake Temple on Thursday. We are all excited for that day, and then it is off to Kenya, after a visit to Idaho.
  This is what has engrossed David the Post Host this week, and what is next will be next but when the next post comes, who knows? Stay with us...because you never know when I may post again. (It feels good to write that again :)