Thursday, August 18, 2011
A figure in the distance
Every year our church reserves a campground for one week. It's primitive camping--no electricity, pit toilets and, as the joke goes, "running water if you can move that fast with a bucket." This year we are the camp hosts and so have to leave depart on time.
This is Day 1 of our trip, and still no sign of "Mr. Kitty". We've called him, we've placed fresh food and water in "his" bowls. But finally, we can wait no longer--it is time to leave. So we hook up the trailer, climb into the truck and begin our trip across the mountains.
As we we rambled down our dirt road we take one last look in the rear view mirrors....and see a tiny black figure in the middle of the road, watching us pull away.