ever, The Encinita Stake Center. The one place we couldn't really get
crap. Our hi bishop, here are our recommends... Boom!, free camping.
Mike & Ike set up their hammocks between the handrail and the
lightpost. The sprinklers came on right when they went to bed but for
only a few minutes. The temporarily relocated then went back to the
front line. The sprinklers came back on in the middle of the night,
but it was a different battle. Mike didn't even move. He tougher it
out and got soaked in the name of hanging comfort. Either the spirit
guided Ike, or maybe his confused unconscience, to the curb by our
sleeping bags. We woke up in the morning to Ike laying on the concrete
with a sheet over him and being genuinely confused and kindof scared
about how he got there.
We all slept surprisingly well and got a nice dose of the spiritual
blessing while loitering on church grounds. It's good to know our
tithing has basically earning permanent emergency camp sites in time
of need and sleepiness.
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