Life's Always an Adventure

Here I sit, at my cousin's house in Denver, CO, remembering that only 13 months ago, we were here at this same house for a wedding. That got me thinking... 13 months ago, would I have ever imagined that I would be headed out to be a task force dean at Highland Academy? Not at all. Nor would I have even begin to imagine that I would work at Pine Springs Ranch or that Natalie would be married.

Wow.

Life is an adventure.

I have definitely been reminded about that today....

I don't even want to know how many hours of my life have been spent in a car in the last week. Basically, camp ended Sunday night; Monday a group of us wen to the beach; Tuesday was Disneyland and then Wednesday, Greg and I drove home--home at 6 pm and leaving again the following morning at 11 am. I didn't even get 24 hours at home before Dad and I left for Tennessee.

Well, the car is loaded down but somehow I fit everything in. We made it to Ely, NV the first night. Unfortunately, we noticed that the back right tire had a nail in it. No big deal. This morning we got up, checked out of our hotel room, ate a quick breakfast at a roadside diner, and were at the tire shop right when it opened.

On the road again.

Around 11:30 we stopped for gas and my dad noticed that the back left tire was a little bit low and after filling it up, driving another 100 miles on it and having it loose more air, decided that we had to get this tire fixed as well. We pulled into a small, run down station and an older man in a dirty, blue jump suit and a cigarette hanging from his mouth came out to help us. Sure enough, there was a gigantic screw in the tire. After looking at the back tires, Gary (the guy who was helping us) said that we wouldn't be able to make it to Tennessee with the tires that we had... so new tires? For the back at least, yea.

Why did this all happen? I mean, seriously, how can you get 2 nails in 2 different tires within 24 hours of each other and it just happened to be when I'm trying to get across the country. Well, for one thing, we found out that the back tires were really in a lot worse shape then we thought. Plus, we were able to give this small service station in the middle of nowhere so business. Maybe God had something in mind after all--at least, that's what I'm going to believe.

There's only one last thing... On top of all of this, the windshield-wiper blades decided to disintegrate right in the middle of a rain storm coming over the Rockies. We haven't gotten that fixed yet. I don't think there's a reason for that one either...