New Year's Eve we took Grandpa Huber's quads out to the dessert to ride, roast marshmellows, have lunch and do some shooting. It was a little cold and even rained a little, but that didn't stop us from having fun!!!!
Poor Noah. I made him wear that ridiculous spiderman mask because he has had a bad winter rash on his face this week.
Allie, Noah, and Leah. These adorable kiddos sang Jingle Bells the whole ride on the back of the quad. Too cute!
The past couple years I have taken my niece Harley out for a ride on the quads and worked with her on driving it. This year we had an interesting experience. I drove us down to a dry wash area and we switched places. At some point during her ride we decide to head back. I instructed her to turn around and we started looking for the "turn off " that we took to get there. We could't find it so we turn around to look again, same results. At this point we have gone back and forth looking for this particular turnoff (which to be honest I couldn't really remember what it looked like). I switch Harley places and took the "wheel" while reassuring Harley we are NOT lost and I am confident we are very close. It's hard to decribe my feelings at this point. As I was driving farther and farther at each turn I really did feel calm and comforted BUT doubt and fear did seem to lurk my mind. Maybe it's because I watched one too many TV's shows where people get lost, or stranded and they have to survive on the land all alone with out supplies. I blame Ron for this, he thoroughly enjoys watching shows like "I shouldn't be Alive" or "Man, Woman WILD" All of these shows have a similar theme people are stranded in some remote area and have to find their way out using natural resources and whatever supplies they have on them. At this point on our quad ride my mind is racing with thoughts of our current supply situation. No water, no weapons, I think there was a small blanket on the back of the quad, we had NOTHING. As silly as it sounds I start scanning the dessert land in front of us contemplating where we could "camp" if needed. All of these rather ridiculous thoughts are racing through my mind as I am driving the quad back and forth looking for our turnoff. At one point I even stop the quad and hike up to the top of a hill to see if I can get a better look at where the main road is. All the while I'm reassuring Harley "It's going to be ok, I'm not worried" At the top of the hill Harley nervously yells for me from the quad to not go too far. I climb back down not really encouraged and decide that Harley and I need to pray. I manage a prayer and am overwhelmed with a comforting feeling. I rev up the quad and am determined we will get out. It's crazy how at this point my hands knew exactly where to guide us and almost immediately our prayer was answered. We found the turnoff and made it back to camp. I uttered a small prayer of gratitude as our family came into site.
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