Ah...the trip home. I was awoken by the lights in our room all coming on at the same time. It was time to get up, it was 4:30, and it was horrible. But, the guys roused with more speed than I expected.
Oh! I have to tell you what happened the night before. The blinkers and brake lights stopped working in the RV and we didn’t know why. Ben, our resident mechanic, was outside working on the problem for about an hour the night before. He went through all the wiring, fuses, and everything he could think of but nothing was working. He then raised his hands and prayed to God. As he did so, he remembered a word that the Lord has given him right before the trip. The word was "depend on me." So Ben prayed, "ok God, I'm depending on you, I can’t do anything right now, it’s all yours" Just as he finished the prayer, the "click, click" of the blinkers started. He looked at the dash and the blinkers were working. A quick check to the back of the RV and trailer confirmed that they were all working. God is so cool I almost can’t stand it.
So, we picked up the girls and headed out. Our first stop was to the church we had visited the first week of our trip. You see, got answered another prayer the night before as well. Ben's toolbox had gone missing our first week of the trip. Nobody could seem to find it. We called Bethany the night before and asked her to look around the church one more time. And guess what...yup, she found it. Ben was so relieved cuz that toolbox contained years worth of tools and memories. So we got to pick up the toolbox at the church. Yeah, God is REALLY cool.
And that started our trek home. I slept the first 3 hours and my body has no idea what to do at 4:45 in the morning. Most of the group slept as well. We had planned two days to get back because Mike wanted to stop at Zion National Park on the way. The place was purportedly the most beautiful place on the planet.
When we got there, it was a million degrees outside. Ok, maybe not a million, but it was close. The plan was to hike up to this place called "Weeping Rock" We were told it was very pretty and a great place to have lunch. The problem was that the RV was too big to be allowed onto the park roads so we had to park outside, and take the tram up to the trail that leads to weeping rock.
It was funny listening to the voice recorded trail guide tell us how this place was created 700 bazillion years ago. We joked about all the rock formations just happened to evolved into what they were. About 20 minutes later we arrived at the trail head for Weeping Rock.
Weeping Rock is the perfect name for this place. Water that has seeped out the rock cascades down over the top of you. At the top of the trail there is an overhang that lets the water drop down in front of you while you are recessed back into long cave like area. Water drops down in there too, and because of that, above are some hanging gardens of moss and other plant life.
We busted out the guitar and hand drum and started to worship. The acoustics of the place enhanced the music. After our first song, the group that had come up after us clapped. It’s kind of embarrassing being applauded for worship. So, instead of make a big deal out of it, we just kept singing and playing. Another guy set up his camcorder and recorded us for about ten minutes. Maybe we’ll see the video up on YouTube someday. We spent about 30 minutes there and then headed back down.
We got to our RV and started off to our stop for the night in North Las Vegas. By the time we got there about 3 hours later, Mike was very, very tired. That, combined with the completely reckless and offensive driving of the Las Vegans, made for a couple close calls. I took over the driving and we found a buffet for dinner.
After dinner, we got to our motel and crashed. I was so tired, that I couldn’t blog because my eyes kept falling closed. Anyway, we had a good first day coming.
- nathan
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