June 9, 2006
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Rain Adventures
I was inspired to recall my favorite experience of rain. I was in my early 20′s on a backpacking trip with a church youth group to Colorado. We had broken camp early in the morning to make the trek to high camp and early in the afternoon while walking a ridge, it started raining. It was obvious that we were going to get drenched and we had around another hour hike until we would get to the area designated large enough for us to camp.
When we saw that the storm included lightning, the leader had us spread out 50 feet apart so that if someone got hit, they would be the only one down. I was pulling up the rear and had the stakes for the tent I was sharing with a friend who was at the front of the pack. This meant that our tent would not be set up until I made it into camp. Around 30 minutes into the downpour the lightning started hitting all around us every 10 or 15 seconds and then the hail started. Here I was in the middle of the Rocky Mountain peaks with my house on my back at the rear of a trek of 40 people with lighting hitting all around, heavy rain pouring down and marble size hail pelting my rain parka having a blast. I didn’t have a care in the world and was encouraging the stragglers to keep on putting one foot in front of the other and telling them we were going to be ok.
When I got to camp, my tent mate was sitting in a tent eating cheese and crackers with some of the kids. He had been in camp for almost 45 minutes and was rested so he traded places with me and set up our tent while I watched. It rained another 3 hours so we got to cook supper under a dining fly and went to sleep to a gentle rain pelting on the tent. That night we drove each other out of the tent with the natural bodily function that occurs from eating large quantities of cheese and freeze dried food. We could have powered a small community with the gas we produced that night.
Funny how my favorite memory of rain was out in the middle of no where in a situation that could have been called dangerous. I can’t remember a time where I felt closer to God. Cool thing is that I am feeling pretty close to Him right now by just recalling that fun time.
Comments (4)
Great story…Have a good weekend!
How come it was not surprising for your good story to end with something to do with flatulation? I did not know Tim farted?
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RYC: I love Streisand’s music and her acting. Her politics? Let’s just say at least some of the celebrities are out there making people think.
Nature at her finest, I think, always brings us closer to God. Wwould explain why so many gods of legends and other cultures have lightening bolts or winds as their symbols. Lucky you…to have that kind of experience and return from it safely.
HUGS!!!
RYC: I’m confused.