I will start with last week.
Dave, Spencer, and Matthew gathered their overnight camping equipment and fishing gear and set off for Warm River Campground for an overnight outing. All went as planned except that the campground was completely full, so they had to set up camp on the outskirts near a parking lot. Oh well, at least they had a spot. Towards bedtime, Dave and the boys needed to clean up and prepare for the night. They went to the car to retrieve some hand sanitizer. After doing so, they locked the car without realizing the cell phone and keys were still in the car. So Dave searched out the camp host who had a land line. Trying to reach us was quite a challenge. All of us were attending Camille's dance show so our cell phones were not on. He left messages wherever he called. Because some of us rarely check our voicemail he knew that he should probably leave word with someone personally. He reached our friends across the street, the Smith's (our bishop), who said that they would be sure to get us word. So when I found out their predicament, I planned to meet them in the morning with an extra set of keys. But Bishop Smith and his wife realized this would be a prime opportunity for him to do a little fishing. So he purchased a license at 10:30 p.m. and met Dave the next morning with the keys. A good outcome. . .they all got to enjoy a morning of fishing and the beauties of nature.
This next experience has been hard to recount because it is a little embarrassing. But time has helped us look back and just laugh at ourselves.
As we returned from Utah a few weeks ago, we found ourselves in a pretty large mess. Dave finds it adventurous and fun to let computers lead out on trips. He very much enjoys a GPS. Our new van (new to us) has a feature that keeps track of the mileage left to travel before the car runs out of gas. He decided to follow the prediction on our return trip. As a word of caution, I mentioned that he might be taking a chance and if I were him I would follow the good old-fashioned gauge. Upon hitting a hill near Pocatello, one mile from his planned exit to buy gas, all the gas moved to the back of the tank while climbing the hill. As he was trying to maneuver the car to the side of the road, I of course asked him the obvious, "Are we out of gas?" His response with great regret was a yes. Not only were we out of gas on the side of the freeway in a rocky, hilly area, but our battery also immediately died. At that point most of us gave our opinions to Dave addressing his computer pastimes. We were not happy campers to be stuck at 11:00 p.m. on the side of a freeway with semis whizzing past. After hearing various opinions of how to approach our dilemma, one of the boys mentioned that we should pray. It was the obvious answer to our problem but one that we all had not thought about. We did so and then began the efforts to solve our situation. Long story-shortened. . .we ended up being raised onto a big tow truck with all of us still on board and then taken 1 mile to the gas station off the freeway.
Finally, about 1 year ago in Teton National Park, once again we were camping. Again Dave left the keys in the car and locked it. This time the keys were still attached to the belt of his pants laying over the bench middle seat of our van. Luckily, one window latch was broken and through intense maneuvering of a hot dog stick and a few prayers, about 1 hour later we gently attached the keys to the stick and ever so carefully moved them towards the opening in the window. We were so thankful to have not delayed our vacation in longer then 1 hour.
This is a shortened summary of our errors with keys. Trust me there are a few more to record, but I will spare you the efforts of having to read through anymore car mishaps. Hopefully, we are learning from our mistales.
As we returned from Utah a few weeks ago, we found ourselves in a pretty large mess. Dave finds it adventurous and fun to let computers lead out on trips. He very much enjoys a GPS. Our new van (new to us) has a feature that keeps track of the mileage left to travel before the car runs out of gas. He decided to follow the prediction on our return trip. As a word of caution, I mentioned that he might be taking a chance and if I were him I would follow the good old-fashioned gauge. Upon hitting a hill near Pocatello, one mile from his planned exit to buy gas, all the gas moved to the back of the tank while climbing the hill. As he was trying to maneuver the car to the side of the road, I of course asked him the obvious, "Are we out of gas?" His response with great regret was a yes. Not only were we out of gas on the side of the freeway in a rocky, hilly area, but our battery also immediately died. At that point most of us gave our opinions to Dave addressing his computer pastimes. We were not happy campers to be stuck at 11:00 p.m. on the side of a freeway with semis whizzing past. After hearing various opinions of how to approach our dilemma, one of the boys mentioned that we should pray. It was the obvious answer to our problem but one that we all had not thought about. We did so and then began the efforts to solve our situation. Long story-shortened. . .we ended up being raised onto a big tow truck with all of us still on board and then taken 1 mile to the gas station off the freeway.
Finally, about 1 year ago in Teton National Park, once again we were camping. Again Dave left the keys in the car and locked it. This time the keys were still attached to the belt of his pants laying over the bench middle seat of our van. Luckily, one window latch was broken and through intense maneuvering of a hot dog stick and a few prayers, about 1 hour later we gently attached the keys to the stick and ever so carefully moved them towards the opening in the window. We were so thankful to have not delayed our vacation in longer then 1 hour.
This is a shortened summary of our errors with keys. Trust me there are a few more to record, but I will spare you the efforts of having to read through anymore car mishaps. Hopefully, we are learning from our mistales.
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