It was difficult to leave Shady Pines Resort on Friday. We liked the cabin, the intimacy of the resort and I was pleased at how unspoiled the entire place remains.
View of Shady Pines from Conconully Dam
On the road to Wenatchee, we drove into a thunderstorm with strong winds, occasional lightening flashes and rain mixed with hail.
Driving into the Wenatchee Valley, we emerged from the storm, for which I was very grateful.
The main reason for visiting Wenatchee, was to spread ashes of my mother and father upon the graves of Mom’s parents, Charles (Bill) and Fannie Twitchell, as Dad had specifically requested. I did the same at the gravesite of my father’s brother, George.
I had no script, nor prepared prayer or quote, just the spirit moving within me, which was full of love, appreciation, tender thoughts and heartfelt thanksgiving for the life these precious people gave their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren — the unbroken circle.
From the cemetery we drove to the house my parents built at 310 Shady Lane, and where I lived in the formative years of grade school, age 6-12.
Then we were on the road again, to Yakima for some time to reflect.