Thursday, August 26, 2010

Last Days of FREEDOM

During the last week of summer break, Steve and I took the Young Women of our ward boating up at Pineview Reservoir. Because we have such exceptional young girls in our ward, who are all involved in good things, it has been really hard to line up a date to take them, and even then we had to adjust the timing so that we could pick up girls from cheer practice, and then get them back in time for mini cheer practice. On this day, we also had girls trying out for volleyball and a back to school night. Soooo, we couldn't stay on the lake as long as we would've liked, but we sure had fun with the time we had. We let everyone try wakeboarding who wanted to go, and it was a lot a fun to watch all of them give it a go.

The next day, Steve and I packed up our trailer and our two youngest and headed out of town to meet up with the Mordue Clan at Flaming Gorge. We went in on a trailer four years ago with some friends, and believe it or not, this was the first time we have every used it! As we took a crash coarse from Toby on how to prepare the trailer (juice up the batteries, get the fridge running, fill the water tank) and how to set it up once we got to the camp site, we were asking our selves: Why haven't we done this more often?? Poor Toby, I think we called him a biz-zillion times with questions.

Make that a biz-zillion and one times:

"Hi Toby! Hey, where are the tools kept to change a tire...oh, there ARE NO tools on the trailer? Hmmmm..."

This sweet little bonding experience happened just outside of Evenston.

Steve and I dug out the tire changing tool kit from our suburban and were doing a decent job, until we went to take the spare tire off of the back end and discovered that it had different sized bolts holding it on. And yes, you guessed it, we didn't have the right tool. Here we are, on a tiny patch of ground off the side of the freeway, with semi's whizzing past at trailer-rocking high speeds, the trailer up on a flimsy-looking jack, wheel-less, and no way to get the spare tire off to replace it. Steve had to walk a little ways off into the distance to control his colorful language and think clearly, and meanwhile I said a very plea-filled prayer. With an "amen" I looked down the road, and driving up the side was a truck with a guy in it who was hopping out at regular intervals to pick up tire pieces from off of the freeway. He was wearing an orange reflector vest and his truck had a government insignia on it: yeah for the Wyoming State Road Clean up Crew! I pointed the truck out to Steve and I told him that I bet he would stop to help us. Sure enough, the kindly gentlemen stopped and he had the tool we needed to get the spare tire off, we fixed the tire and went on our merry way!

We made it to the Gorge safely, and had a lot of fun with the Mordue's. We went wake boarding on the lake and the next day we loaded everyone up on rafts and floated the Green River.



We had so much fun getting into water battles with each other and with other boats. Ashley was on my boat, and during one of the battles I ended up with a face full of water from her bucket. I'm still wondering if that was on accident or not...

The trip home was epic in that everything that could go wrong did: parts broke, we got another flat tire, a traffic jam outside of Farmington. A 3 1/2 trip took us six hours, but we made it home safe. Now for the next big adventure: SCHOOL!