If you've ever driven through East Oregon, you will know that cell service is questionable to say the least. Heading from Kimberly to Portland, the windmill farm is always a mile marker, one of the first reliable places to contact home and let them know how we are doing. Zach answered when we called, and in a goofy conversation with Shea, he requested that we "take a picture of a windmill for him..pwease." So we took a picture of every type of windmill we saw just for him.
|Shea, in a moment of mania, wanted to climb this pipe. And do you know, it was full of water!|
|He had more energy than he has a right to.|
So, probably foolishly, we headed out on the road. We were headed toward a part store to fix the wheel guard, and lights, when another U-Haul driver drove up next to us on the busiest highway we had been on all day. And he started yelling something at us. We were pretty freaked out as you can guess. For a while we tried not to look at him, until Shea saw that he was pointing toward the trailer. Thinking something was wrong with it, we started trying to read his lips. Or I did, Shea firmly kept his eyes on traffic, finally after he repeated it several times, I realized what he was saying. "Your trailer is stolen!" Immediately I knew what he was talking about. We found a place to pull over with him following us. It turned out that he was a manager of U-Haul, had seen the state of the trailer, and called in to see what was going on. He was super nice about it all, and sent us to a new place to swap out the trailer. We still made it to the place to pick up the car on time too. We kind of figured that this was going to be our challenge for the trip, little did we know.
|Beautiful Sunrise that our Lord painted for us!|
There is a huge bumper on the truck, so when we started coming out of the stupid shock that this caused Shea said, "Well, the front is okay at least." Ha, the cooler for the transmission had been sliced by a piece of metal...you've got it, on the bumper. Praise God, other than the damage to the cooler and the mail boxes, we were okay. The pups, in a kennel in the back, didn't even wake up.
We walked to our friend's house as we couldn't move the truck. The dad and two of his sons came down to help get us out. By then it was nearly midnight, and I had a early appointment for one of the pups, so we went to bed.
Early the next morning, while I was taking care of the pups, Shea was taking off the cooler. Our friends let us borrow their car to head to the Dalles for parts.
|My hero! He has such an amazing ability!|
|Little GemmaPearl riding to meet her new family, through all of this, it sure was nice to have puppies to cuddle!|
So off the Portland again we went. The rest of the day went off well, and everyone was thrilled with their new babies. Though I was having a hard time letting them go. Shea said that all the stress may be God's way of keeping me from crying in public...I guess that could be so....
|The pup slept through the whole car wash, I guess he was as tired as we were.|
The morning of the 12th we were up long before light to take care of those mail boxes, and we were nearly done by the time the sun came up. After a thankful Good Bye to our friends, we headed home at last! We made it home to the loving arms of the rest of our crew at last at about 2 o' clock that afternoon.
It truly was a magnificent experience, where we had to continue to move forward even with the mistakes we made along the way. I tell you what, our God blessed Shea and I immensely through the whole trip.