Saturday, July 10, 2010

A Smashing Success

We (Jon, Karen, Emily, Kaylin,  and Audrey) were riding in the truck today on our way across Colorado. What beautiful scenery! We remarked over and over again how thankful we are that our Lord created (or caused through the flood) mountains. We started out the morning just east of Denver and drove to Grand Junction on the western side of the state.
When we started traveling down the western slopes (Karen had her eyes closed) the girls started talking about rattlesnakes. We had watched the terrain change to a mixture of rocks and sand. As they discussed their dislike of rattlesnakes Emily remarked that if she saw one she would just smash it's head. Her sisters laughed at her but she stated again...

"Seriously, if it comes down to the snake bruising my heel or me smashing it's head, I'm gonna smash it's head. That's Biblical!"

The conversation then turned to speculation on how they would each accomplish this task if they stumbled across a snake. Emily wanted to knife one if she could but she realized the knife would have to be tied to a stick. Kaylin joined the conversation but she wasn't really into the whole "how to" part of the plan. After Audrey considered the various methods that Emily was desiring to employ, she just piped up in a very practical voice, "I'd just throw a rock on it's head".

After setting up camp in Grand Junction (and eating a quick lunch in the camper) we set off on an afternoon bike ride. The trailhead was about 5 miles from our campground so the girls took the truck with the 4 bike rack and I road my bike through the traffic and met them there. We biked for several hours along the Colorado river but none of us saw a snake. I would guess that mainly had to do with the fact that not one of us ventured off of the paved bike path. After all, talking about smashing a snake's head is a lot more fun than actually having to do it.

Let's see if I can find a picture on my phone...


Ignore the dust covers (for the camper wheels) that are on the dashboard, that's another story...



I guess they don't like posing for pictures. 93 degrees and dry, dry, dry. I would have gotten the river in the background but the sun was in the way.

See, no snakes.

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