“The Bible without the Holy Spirit is a sundial by moonlight.”
—Dwight L. Moody (1837-1899)
In the summer of 1991, Duncan and I travelled to Cody Wyoming to look at a piece of land down the south fork of the Shoshone River. At the time, we considered buying 13 acres that included a small house to help Young Life start a backpack program. Two YL staffers drove up from Colorado Springs to meet us and see the lay of the land. It is a stunning area, similar to Yellowstone Park.
As we stood on the lot, I thought about our own backpack trip in 1978. 
The trailhead was just down the road. We had hiked from there over the mountains into the Greybull headwaters to fly-fish.
It was thick grizzly country, and I had a tiny can of mace.
It was also our honeymoon—and you guessed it—my husband picked the trip!
The Bible says, “Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved?” (Song of Solomon 8:5)
That would be me—sleep deprived and weary. How does one slumber with the thought of bears lurking? I also grew some whopping blisters on my heels the size of sand dollars. At certain points near the end of the trip, I did more than lean. My husband actually carried me across places in the river to keep my feet dry. Very kind.
Hypothetically speaking, if he had taken Song of Solomon 8:5 as a confirmation for an idyllic backpack honeymoon, he would’ve been reading by moonlight!
A wilderness to him was a pristine area. To me, it was a desert experience. The same word can mean very different things.
I survived the honeymoon. 
He didn’t mean to cause any trouble or hardship. He just wanted to fish!
Next time we’d go here…
Back to the lot in Wyoming: The current resident in the little house on 13 acres was an outfitter. He guided trips for people to hunt and fish in the backcountry. When we arrived, he was busy packing a string of horses with gear, food, tents and other provisions to set up a fishing camp. But it was late in the day.
The outfitter said he preferred to travel at night. “You can see quite a lot under a full moon.” He wouldn’t run into any other pack trains or have to back up on a narrow trail. I think he was a loner at heart.
“What about bears?” I asked, remembering my nights hunkered in the tent, with mace in hand. Bears were always a risk, he said. They tended to be more active when the hot sun went down. Still, he left anyway.
I pictured him and all the horses making their way through the dark forest by moonlight. I thought him very brave.
Historically, much of humankind has navigated spiritually by moonlight, so to speak.Continue reading
