Beads! Red, white and green
By now, I’m sure you are wondering why I would blog about beads, little small plastic ones you string for a bracelet or necklace.
We arrived at little Talbot Island SP and once we set up the campsite, we sat off on a 1.2 mile hiking trail. It was a very nice trail and as we got back to the entrance of the trail, I looked down and noticed a little red bead on the ground. Hmmm, made me wish I had brought along my beading kit. I figured some little kid must have broken their bracelet. Once I examined the little red bead, I laid it back down on the trail for some one else to find and wonder. (as if someone would).
Then, several days later, we arrived at Crooked River SP, and after we left the trail we took a short cut behind the cabins in the large grassy area. I stopped and looked down, and there lay another little red bead! I picked it up and said, “wow, what’s the odds of that!” So, I put the little red bead back down in the grass and moved on.
Once we got to Fort McAllister SP, we got the camper all set up and sat down at the picnic table just talking about the little red beads! It was weird to say the least. Two different parks and one single little red bead lay in our path. We figured what a coincidence! Maybe it was a sign! But, if it was a sign of something, what? Maybe, it’s just some little kid that keeps breaking her little bracelet and Momma should string it with something stronger. And, why are they camping just ahead of us on the same route? Those separate little red beads in different locations sure got us speculating for sure.
Well, if the little red beads had a meaning, other than some careless kid camping just a head of us, or perhaps they were a sign we were not headed in the right direction, who knows. But, during our conversation, guessing if these red beads had some meaning other than the obvious, what was it?
Then, John looked under the picnic table and said, “honey, look!” You guessed it, beads again. But, this time there were 4 white ones and 6 green ones. Little small plastic beads just like the previous little red ones we’d found at two different parks. Okay, by this time, we started to think this is really getting weirder by the moment. Keeping in mind, that in all the foot steps we made at these three Parks, what are the odds that we would stumble upon one red bead at the end of a trail, one red bead in a large grassy area, and 4 white ones with 6 green ones under a picnic table? Since then, no other beads have been found. Not a single one.
Neither one of us believe in signs, for the most part. But, after the beads incident, we now wonder. If finding those beads meant something other than some little kid loosing them all the time and the odds of us stumbling up on them in three different parks, I find incredible. Either way, if I find another one of those little beads, I’m gonna freak!