In my last post, I mentioned my need to place my requests in God's hands and let them go. Somehow I managed to do that this time around and God came through.
Bryce and his friend Nolan drove down to Holiday World without incident. We enjoyed the water/amusement park on Wednesday and Thursday despite the unbearable heat on Thursday. Apart from some sunburns and a horrible experience with the Wildebeest ride (where it broke down before we got on, then broke down when we were on the first climb, then broke down again in a spot where water was streaming at us and we had to walk off the ride and re-board and finally finished the ride an hour and a half later - groan), we had a great time. The boys even got me on The Voyage roller coaster once (I wasn't sure they would allow Sean to ride because he is 48 inches and just at the height requirement level).
We weren't thrilled when Nolan and Bryce decided to drive home on Thursday night instead of waiting until Friday morning, but we let them go. A little after midnight, Bryce called to say that they had broken down in Indianapolis. Apparently the car was leaking oil steadily and they had stopped halfway through the drive to replenish the oil. However, the car over-heated and they finally had to stop. According to Bryce, Nolan proceeded to call his father, who never answered the phone. Then, he called his mother and step-father, who "refused to come help." ??? What? Bryce said it was because Nolan had an argument with his mother prior to going down to Holiday World, but I'm wondering if he only pretended to call his mother because what mother would leave her child, and SOMEONE ELSE'S child in a dangerous part of Indianapolis in the middle of the night? It just doesn't make sense!
So, next they tried two friends, to no avail. Finally, Bryce called his grandmother (who had agreed to come over to our house to keep an eye on the place and water the plants, thankfully). He then called us because he couldn't understand why she still hadn't shown up. Of course, given the fact that she's 83 years old, he should have merely been grateful that she was there and was willing to risk driving into Indianapolis to pick them up in the middle of the night! She did finally arrive and took the boys home safely.
Bryce explained that a black man accosted them at the gas station and the owner came out to see what was going on. He instructed the boys to go inside the station and then locked them in with him until their ride arrived (thank you, God).
The following morning, comforted by the knowledge of Bryce's safety and grateful again for Grandma's help, we drove with the little boys on to Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. The temperature gauge on the van read 116 degrees at one point. It was incredibly hot. Thus, we were thrilled to experience the 50 degree temperatures down in the cave. We took the Historic tour and both Trevor and Sean thoroughly enjoyed the cave. Then, we visited an amusement center where we took a ski-lift ride and Trevor and Daddy rode an alpine slide down the hillside. Both boys jumped on a trampoline and climbed a rock wall. We ate at a fabulous restaurant in Cave City, Kentucky called "Sahara Steak House." Their peanut butter pie was amazing and John said his salmon was fabulous, as well.
We returned home with piles of laundry and loads of family memories, plus, a good dose of gratitude for everyone's safety and well-being!