It was almost time for Grammy Red to fly home so we headed to Las Vegas for her to catch her plane. We went a couple days early so we could meet up with Aunt Krysta and Uncle Bill. It was hot, hot, hot in Vegas. We went to the wave pool and lazy river at their hotel, but it was just really hot (110-117 degrees.) Marcus and Caroline spent some alone time with Grammy Red at the campground, while Marc and I had fun with Krysta and Bill.
After Aunt Krysta and Uncle Bill flew back to Pasadena and Grammy Red was on her way to Pennsylvania we made the 500 mile journey to Four Corners. Well I don’t want you to think everything always falls in place for us, so I will tell you the whole story. We left Las Vegas about 9 AM on Sunday. We stopped to have lunch in our camper and then stopped again for a break about 2PM. We decided to keep driving towards Four Corners. After about half an hour we ran into wind and sand. Yes, a sand storm. It looked almost like it was snowing. I wish I would have taken a picture. Our stairs came down twice and we had to stop to fix them. Right at this time Marcus and Caroline and I were doing our Sunday School lesson. I just kept praying we would make it through the wind unharmed. There was really no where to stop since we were driving through the barren land of the Navajo Nation Indian Reservation. Finally the wind calmed and we found a place to stop to have our dinner. By now it was around 7 PM. We had no phone service, but I tried to look up somewhere for us to spend the night with no luck. About 8:20 we made it to Four Corners only to find out they were closed as we had expected. We decided to drive north on to Cortez, Colorado. That really was about our only choice. We couldn’t go back hours through the Indian Reservation. We arrived in Cortez about 9:30PM. There were several campgrounds in town, but we hated to try to get a place so late. Luckily there was a Walmart and there were other campers in the parking lot. We pulled in and let the kids run around for a few minutes. This is the first time we have ever spent the night in a Walmart parking lot.
In the morning, Marc went a bought doughnuts for Marcus and Cali. We chose a campground that wasn’t even half a mile away. When we got there the owner said they had been full the night before, but had a space open now. I guess it was a good thing we had stayed at Walmart.
We unhooked the camper and drove back 44 miles to Four Corners. Four Corners is the only place in the United States where four states meet. You can stand in Utah, Colorado, Wyoming and Arizona at one time. That had been one of the places Marcus had put on his list of places he wanted to go. A cousin of Grandpa Chucks had mentioned it to him a few years ago. We only spent about 10 minutes taking pictures and then headed back to Cortez.
Looking back we should have planned better, but things worked out in the end. I am not sure how to explain how this journey has changed me. Before I had to plan every minute or I was afraid I would miss something and I felt anxious all the time about things not working out like I had planned. Now I have a different sense of peace. I know where ever we are God will be with us. And for this I am truly thankful.