It has been a very busy couple of weeks! The last few days of July and the first day of August, Paul and I went to Youth Conference with three of our teen-agers and 30-some youth from our ward. We asked if we could bring our travel trailer, and were given permission. We were very glad we brought it, not only because we had the best sleeping accommodations in the camp, but also because it was a make-shift camp medical center, and also because we found out we had bad tires on the trailer. Yep, we had a flat tire on the way up.
It happened on a steep, winding dirt road. The bishop was several cars ahead of us, pulling an open trailer with all the gear and food for the camp-out. The caravan had to stop and open a gate, and with no momentum, the bishop was unable to make it up the hill. Consequently, we also had stopped and couldn't make it up the hill either. The word from the top came that we would back down the hill and give the bishop a head-start up the hill. Ever tried backing a 41-foot trailer down a winding, dirt road? Did I mention there were 3-4 cars behind us? Paul actually did very well, but one of the kids who had gotten out of his vehicle to watch the show noticed one of our tires was flat. Waaaay flat. That tire was history. Providentially, there was a side road not too far down the canyon that we backed the trailer onto and were able to get the tire changed. We prayed that the other 3 tires would survive the experience of going in and back out of the canyon.
Youth conference was wonderful. It was well planned and I think the youth gained much from the exprience. The theme was B.O.O.T. camp, the acronym standing for Building On Our Testimonies. We got back to Lehi Saturday the 1st, and our first priority (even before we showered!) was to get the tires checked out. Sure enough, they all needed replacing. Sooo, $400 and a couple of hours later, we were much more confident about towing the trailer to our next grand adventure--the Stoddard Family Reunion!
We left for Mesa Verde, Colorado that next Tuesday. The drive in was blissfully uneventful. We traveled in carvan with my brother, Dave and my parents. We had a great reunion! Mesa Verde is full of so many interesting things to look at and explore. We could have spent ten-fold as much time there and not seen it all! The best part, as it always is, was visiting with family and watching the children reconnect with their cousins, some of whom they hadn't seen since our last reunion, two years ago.




All too soon, it was time to end the reunion and return home. Andre and Alex had agreed to be counselors at a scout camp starting the day we drove back home, so we took a different route back than the one we took getting to the reunion. At one point on our journey, we neglected to fill up with gas at the right time, and the gas gauge was wonky, and we ended up in a long canyon with no cell phone service--out of gas and stuck at the side of the road! Michelle and I walked down the steep, windy road (all too reminiscent of the prior week's break-down), waving our arms at approaching vehicles, trying to get someone to help us. Paul was visibly upset by the situation, but I was not too worried. We were carrying with us a mini-house with a bathroom, sleeping quarters, and all the reunion left-over food. We'd be fine if we had to stay there two days! Fortunately, a couple of kind older gentlemen stopped and agreed to call the highway patrol from the next town--30 miles up the road. It took another hour and a half for the highway patrol to arrive, but they put 2.5 gallons of gas in the Suburban, which got us up over the 8,000+ foot summit and we coasted down into the nearest town, where we filled up with gas and continued our journey.
After we got Alex and Andre dropped off at scout camp, we finally drove the last leg of our journey, arriving home around midnight. What an adventure! We had been in the car for over 13 hours!