After leaving Lyon we enjoyed a very peaceful, very uncongested 90 minute drive up into the Jura Mountains. Whoo! Those various cities down in lower France were amazing. But are we basically, have we finally become country people? Maybe that designation doesn't apply to the forward-looking and going-places Spencer Duncan. But his past-their-primes parents? We'll all agree that the spacious and leisurely up-here sure were a relief, and a really refreshing way to conclude our travels.
Here's the situation. Annemasse, which was Spencer's second area, is in the lower right. Gex, his last, in the upper left. You can see the grey-black outline of the Swiss border, and Geneva in the middle, at the southernmost tip of the lake. Spencer belonged where he belonged when he served here, and at the same time did a lot of circulating in-between. Missions have so many blessed biproducts!
This is Gex. This is where the missionaries live/d, and this is the road in front, and the stupendous view from there, south-east toward the Alps. (That's Mont Blanc, right between those trees.)
Now we're driving, through Geneva and toward Annemasse.
The Salève.
Last day, Sunday, and two church meetings. What brought us, what brought Spencer over here in the first place.
We'll leave these various tender reunions under wraps, and between the participants. We can all imagine, having all been so blessed.
A trip for the ages!
