Solitude, or not so much

Solitude was the name of the float trip company that Dave found for us to go on a boating trip with down the Snake River. When I first heard the idea I was a little nervous because the last thing I wanted to do was get wet in the cold weather. After being assured that this was no white water rafting trip, I was in.

Upon arrival at the meeting point we realized there were a lot of people who take this float trip which is where the solitude not so much comes in. While waiting for our boats turn to enter the water I am thinking that's a pretty small boat for all 14 of us but I was happy that we weren't with the guides from the other company that were downing miller lites. We did have some talkers on our boat but Cicileo's can hold their own when it comes to that!

Once we settled into the time it was so relaxing and beautiful. We saw 8 bald eagles and learned that they don't get the white on their heads and tails until they are around 4 or 5 years old. The rest of the trip was full of different kinds of birds and many signs of beaver. Then around one of the curves of the river we saw a herd of bison, they definitely stole the show!

It turned out to be a breathtaking, wonderful time for the family but it all got us thinking about solitude and what a lost art it is. So much of our prayer time is spent with us talking to God and not so much of us "floating with him in solitude" to hear his voice, to see his power, to know his character.