Wonder Women Wednesday: Spring Break Adventure

This week I asked Becky: What is your favorite physical feature about yourself?
You can read her answer HERE.

Becky asked me to share a Spring Break memory.

Once upon a time, when I was a college student, my friend Becca and I wanted to have a real Spring Break break.  I knew of a family in my home church who owned a cabin near the beach and I somehow convinced my mom to convince this family to let Becca and I stay there for the week of Spring Break.     

We bought cheap bicycles from Toys R Us and a bike rack and headed out for the coast.  Spring Break was going to be an adventure!

It was a long drive and by the time we got to our beach town the sky was dark and pouring down rain.   The cabin we were staying in was pretty secluded and the small town didn't have very many street lights.  But it did have a lot of big, overgrown trees and bushes that obscured the street signs.  I was driving slowly in the downpour and trying to angle my car so that the headlights would shine on the partially hidden street signs.   We were cold and tired and hungry and we just wanted to get to the cabin already!

Blue and red lights suddenly started flashing behind us.  My heart rate shot up as I pulled to the side of the road and rolled my window down.  "You were swerving an awful lot there, Miss!  You been drinkin'?"  The police officer greeted me with his flashlight in my face.  "No, sir!  It's just hard to see the street signs and we've never been here before."  What a way to start our Spring Break, with a ticket, or worse, a breathalyzer test!  But the officer could tell I was telling the truth and he asked which address we were headed for.  He gave helpful directions with landmarks and told us to be careful and sent us on our way.  

I don't remember all the details of that trip but I remember riding bikes, visiting a light house, singing worship songs on the beach at night, and finding an amazing butterfly kite and flying it.  Oh, and laughing.  Lots and lots of laughing!

On the drive home I forgot to fill my car up with gas.  I kept looking for a gas station but we were on a stretch of mountain road with no signs of civilization for miles.  Night was upon us again and I didn't want to be stranded on the side of a curvy mountain road in the dark.  I saw a sign for a campground and I pulled in and parked in the parking lot.   The little guest booth seemed to be closed for the night so we slept in the car.  

In the morning we found that we were parked right next to an old fashioned water pump and just beyond that were clean bathrooms and a beautiful, bubbling river!  We washed our hands and faces in the water pump and then ate Golden Grahams cereal on a tangle of wide branches and logs that stretched out across the river.  It was so peaceful and beautiful.

We still didn't have any gas but thankfully we were on a downhill slope and I drove the car in neutral most of the way down the mountain.  At the very bottom we saw a Shell station and rolled to a stop right next to the pump.  When the attendant removed the gas cap we heard a very loud hiss--proof that we had been driving on fumes for a long time.  All I know is that God met us where we were and provided for every need.  And that it truly was an adventure!