Yosemite

Waking up this morning, our last morning in CA, I can't help but sit and reflect over this trip. It is amazing to me how quickly 2 weeks can go by. There have been some amazing high points and well, some low ones too. Nothing lower than our second day in Yosemite.

The story continues...

So we went to Yosemite and spent to days in the park. We camped outside the park since we were not able to get a site within the Yosemite Village. We all packed into our friends RV and made the 35 min drive into some of the most beautiful part of this country I have ever seen. We took the kids on a few trails and hikes and mostly just stood in awe of the valley.

We discovered that Yosemite Village had its own auto parts store and Shane was confident the problem was a timing issue and ordered a part to be here the second day we were going to be in the park. We were on a "God high" for sure.  How amazing was His provision that there would be a store we needed with the ability to order the part we needed. We enjoyed a very special day stress free of all our car troubles.
The second day we went to the Pioneer Village and there was a real working blacksmith...the kids stood watching him for an hour. He made is an old fashioned hook to hang a coat. It was really cool.

So we got our part and headed back to camp. Shane proceeded to start to fix the truck and I helped with dinner. Next thing I know, I am walking out with some plates of dinner I see all the kids scrambling around Leah who was laying on the floor...they started screaming, "She's got hurt!". I ran to her just as she went unconscious. In the moment my heart stopped. I screamed for Shane and by the time he and Jim (who happens to be a pediatrician) got to her she was trying to open her eyes. The story from the kids was she slipped and fell on her belly, and Jacob picked her up to bring her to me. She squirmed and she fell/got dropped on her head from his arms. Dr. Jim checked her out really well and we watched her like a hawk for the next hour. About 45 min after the fall she was back to her old self, bright eyed and happy. I wish I could say the same for myself. It was so overwhelmed with emotion and I didn't want the kids to see me upset or how scared I was so I kept it in. Just about the time Leah was back to normal, the truck was finished...time to see if it works....and it does not. Despair began to set in and the tears wouldn't stop. I cried and cried. I sat in the forest and cried out to God in complete surrender and brokenness. I knew I could not take much more. It was the lowest point in the trip.

We did manage to get the truck started in the morning with the help of pouring gas directly into the carborator.  Once again we began to limp along all the way to the coast north of San Francisco. We made it to Olema, a small town on the coast and in Point Reyes. Shane bought a fuel filter thinking for sure it must be a fuel delivery problem.

To be continued...