What’s a Micro-adventure?

Dan and I recently stumbled into an unplanned micro-adventure (a micro-adventure defined as short, cheap, local, and low-tech). We zipped up armored jackets, strapped on helmets, and rode Dan’s motorcycle into the mountains on a blue-sky autumn day.

The original plan was to stop at Lava Lake Resort for ice cream. But the store was closed for the season.

No worries. We’d just cut over to Cultus Lake Resort for ice cream. Here, too, the store and restaurant were closed.

Plan “C” involved stopping at Twin Lakes Resort Café for dinner … because now we’re past ice cream. Yep. It was closed, as well.

Back on the motorcycle, Plan “D” took us to dinner in SunRiver. A 20-minute wait for a place at the table, but worth it.

After we ordered our meal, I couldn’t help but notice a group of eight women sharing a table tucked into a corner. Much laughter and several conversations were going on all at once. One of the diners wore a large smile in place of hair. A chemo patient, perhaps?

A little later, a young woman approached our table and introduced herself as Angelina. She asked our names, which we hesitantly provided. And then she asked if she could pray for us and was there anything specific we wanted prayer for. Our children and grandkids are always on our hearts, so she prayed a kind and loving prayer for them.

Afterward, I watched to see if she buttonholed other diners. But she returned to her place, which happened to be at the table of eight women. Had they given her an assignment, of sorts? Or had she simply said, I feel directed to pray for that couple over there, can you please let me out?

At any rate, her prayer was beautiful. And her bravery and tenacity—was that her micro-adventure?