After driving five hours, we stopped to dry camp for the night. We stayed at Lone Rock Campground, Lake Powell, Utah. The campground is close to the border of Arizona.
We set up camp, and all was well until we went to use our generator. It wasn’t a severe problem, and eventually, it worked fine. I thought about Jim and Claudia, a couple we met in Arizona. They sold everything and have lived in an RV for seven years. They said, “We love it!”
I wished we could have spent some time with them; I’m sure they had gems of wisdom to bestow on us. Jim said, “There will be problems to solve along the way with your RV. It’s like any house; it needs maintenance.” Mike and I commented on how calm they seemed about everything. They had peace about their decision.
Sitting outside, we took in the view. Mike said, “It’s peaceful here.” Shortly after, we heard sirens and saw cruisers fly by, an ambulance, and later a rescue helicopter was hovering near the lake below us. I said a prayer, hoping everyone would be okay.
Isn’t that how life is? One minute it’s peaceful, and the next, it’s chaos. I need to remember to wrap my arms around those quiet times.