I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
(Psalm 121:1)
Part 4 of 8
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Jerry, Annette, and their kids had been cozying up to their campfire for a couple of hours, drinking warm coffee and hot chocolate, and sharing stories and fun memories. It was cooling down quickly in the valley, where it had already gotten dark. The peaks around them were still lit up by the warm setting sun, and were beautiful to look at. They were enjoying their last-night's fish fry before having to pack up the next morning and start their 2-day hike back to the car. They had been saving the trout that had been caught over the last few days for this special time. And the fish smelled and tasted great. It was a wonderful finish to a great week.
The night was really clear, and you couldn't even begin to count the stars – a few were very bright, and some were so dim that you could barely sense that they were really there. Even though there was not a cloud in sight, they were pretty sure that they could hear the distant low rumble of thunder. In these mountainous valleys, that could mean flash floods.
Jerry decided that they should pack as much as possible that evening, and be prepared to start hiking out as quickly as necessary, but certainly as soon as possible first thing in the morning. They definitely did not want to have to be outrunning a flooding river.
So, as soon as they finished the last bits and pieces of a wonderful trout dinner, they cleaned up, packed everything that they would not need during the night or at breakfast in the morning, and settled in for their last night's sleep in this beautifully remote valley.
[To be continued - jad]
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