JUNE 16, 2016 11:33 AM
Their names were Nan and Hans and they were from France and Holland and they had arrived on two motorcycles and they were admiring the lake but they didn’t think they’d camp here because they found it too open and exposed and I smiled because I now knew why She had me move my camp only half an hour earlier.
At the time, I didn’t know why She wanted me to move, but I’ve learned the futility of questioning and just did what She said.
“See that rock down there,” I said, pointing down the road to where I had been camped. “Right next to it is a path to a clearing, a clearing with a fire ring and easy access to the lake. Check it out.”
They camped there last night and this morning—just a few moments ago—Nan came up to me and hugged me and said they were so grateful that I’d shown them that secret, hidden site, that it made their whole trip, camping under the stars on this cool mountain lake.
And I smiled… because I was grateful too.