Clear Skies Predicted

Cloudy Skies Over Our Tent

Before heading into the tent, we had been watching the dark clouds to the east. Massive clouds would darken the sky only to break for patches of blue sky moments latter. A little after 4:30 a.m. a bright light woke us. A moment later it was followed by the boom of thunder. He peeked out the chimney of the tent, to the east, clear; to the west, clouds; and said, Pack-up. I said, ‘K as he struggled through the tent door. Less than ten minutes later we were bumping along a dusty trail as the first of many rain drops began to fall. Very soon our trail would become two long streaks of impassable, sticky mud.

On any other day that flash of light would have meant a slow morning in the tent. But this was no ordinary day. We had an appointment in town. This was Trailer Day.