Saturday, April 4, 2009

load 'em up, move 'em out

I never sleep well the night before leaving for a mission trip. Did I pack the right stuff? Don't forget this or that. Did I set my alarm? All the questions in the world kept spinning in my head before I finally fell asleep. Of course, my alarm never got to ring. I beat it up.

Bill and I drove to church together. We pulled in the lot at 7:28 (supposed to leave at 7:30) and only 5 people were there. This is how Californians roll. Packing, pictures, and prayer, and we were ready. We didn't get on the road until 8:30. Thanks to my weak stomach, I now get to ride in the front seat, and got put in the large van with a group of wild kids! What fun! All the way down the coast we drove. Occasionally we'd get close enough to the ocean and could see the surfers and waves down near San Diego. Sounds like a trip needs to be made there this summer for the great beginner sized waves.

We stopped for lunch to allow the RV time to catch up, we walked down to the post office to mail the Easter cards I forgot to drop off at church, and then went to the Amor Ministries office to get all the information we'd need for the trip. Finally after all the paperwork, parking permits, and escorts were arranged, we were ready to head for the border. It's cool to be able to see a large city in the distance with the largest Mexican flag I've ever seen waving in the center of town. We crossed the border with no trouble (apparently they don't care what we bring into their country), and we escorted by the Mexican Police through the city of Tijuana. It didn't look too scary during the day, but it was reassuring to have the police helping us through. When we arrived at camp it was time to start setting up the food tents, fire pit, and our tents. The only problem: we were dealing with 30-40 mph straight line winds and we were out in the middle of no where. It took all of us to hold down the poles, ties, and tarps as we tried assembling camp. I enjoyed turning the tent poles into a jungle gym and holding it down with my body weight. Amy liked trying to tickle me. :)

Amy borrowed a tent for her, Heather, and I. When she pulled it out of the bag, all the other campers let out a groan. It was a 6-8 person tent for the three of us. Complete with a screened in porch. No other tents even came close. We decided to name it the Taj Mahal. The cooking crew started preparing supper as we all got settled but the wind wouldn't let up. We all ate sandy chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, and desserts. Fortunately, we were so hungry, nobody cared. By dusk the temperature had really dropped so we all suited up in our warm clothes (courtesy of Jane) and warmed up by the fire. The only hat I could find in the house was this black tie hat with a giant ball on the top. We all decided it could double as a loofah, so it became the laughing stock of the night. Worship songs, devotions, then time for bed.

Amy and I shared a queen sized air mattress. By midnight it was deflating. At 2:30 a.m. people were rustling around outside the tent so we went to see what was going on. The wind had gotten so nasty strong, our food tent completely tipped over. Stuff was flying everywhere. So, everyone threw on their shoes and helped out. It was great to see so many people pitching in to help with the clean up. This wake up gave Amy and I a chance to refill our air mattress and go back to bed once we were done. We thought for sure the wind would let up in the night. It didn't. Our tent poles started bending, a few metal pieces snapped, and our rain tarp got ripped. All on night one. I woke up again at 6:00 a.m. and filled our air mattress for the third time. I knew there was a reason why I prefer hotel rooms at night.

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