This is our Suburban. His name is Bert. He is nine years old. I really like him. I hope to have him for a really long time.

On day two of our trip, we left Las Vegas, and headed into Utah. The temperature was in the high nineties all day. We drove through Zion National Park. Beautiful!

After Zion, we pushed on for a few more hours, until about 5:00 p.m. When we found a beautiful campsite in the Fremont Indian State Park. There was a brook that the kids played in, trees, pretty rock formations, and the temperature was cool. After picking out our campsite, Sam drove back to the fee area to pay for our night's stay and to pick up some firewood. Here is where the trouble began. Bert started, then stalled. Sam tried again. Same thing. Then he wouldn't start at all. Finally he did start, but really rough, and Sam limped back to the campsite. After turning the truck off for a minute, Sam started it again, and it wanted to stall again several times. We wondered, battery?...alternator?...electrical? With three kids excited about campsite there is not much time to sit and wonder, so Sam took them for a walk, I started dinner, and sat down to read the day's devotion from my bible. The author told a story about learning to wait on God and trusting him. Her story goes that she and her husband were driving through a game preserve in Africa. Their car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and the husband knew nothing about mechanics. All they could do was sit and wait for someone to find them. After several hours her husband decided to look once more under the hood. He saw that there was a loose cable. I sat there thinking, if only it was something as simple as a loose cable. Well, after a very long and troubled night, it was finally morning, and time to see if we would be going anywhere. Sam had found a Napa Auto Center 15 miles up the road on his Blackberry, and our plan was to drive there. After a prayer, Sam turned the key, and...Bert started. Really rough and not sounding good, but we drove the 15 miles and pulled into Napa. A man named Gayle tested the battery and the alternator. Both checked out fine. Electrical? That would not be good. He poked around a bit, and saw...the battery cables were loose! They were barely on! Loose cables! He tightened them up, the truck started, and we were on our way! I have never had a religious experience so black and white (literally!). Sam & I were so relieved that we laughed until we cried.