Ok. Tonight we headed up the canyon with 2 boy scouts. 11 year old boys are weird. That, I am sure, is a huge surprise to you. Regardless of weirdness though it was a beautiful night up the canyon and a surprisingly nice retreat from the wind of the valley. We ate tin foil dinners, which were completely awful. Half way through cooking about 50 cops and ambulances drove up the canyon and we spent the rest of the night standing on the edge of the river keeping our eye out for a little boy who had gone in higher up the canyon. It was one of those instances where I just wished there was more I could do. All I could do was pray though. Just pray.
What is beautiful though- is seeing people from all around who care- and who want to help. It was unreal standing there and realizing that this could happen to anyone. You know, I don't know why the night had such an impact on me, but I stood there on the verge of tears hoping and praying for this little boy I did not know. I think it was because there is a little boy in my life who I know and love- and I ached for this other little boys family, and my thoughts and prayers are surely with them.
Tomorrow I start corn season again, weird how much I love that place is it not?
