Today the Caravan has been just a-humming along, enjoying the cooler weather...until about an hour ago. Just right before passing over the Continental Divide, the BEAST (the nickname for James' junky, funky truck...1996 Ford) lost brake power!!! Yes, lost brakes...thanking God for every second of safe travel, James pulled the Caravan over and surveyed the damage. Blessedly, he found an Auto Zone and was able to get a master cylinder, and then he was able to fix the brakes, right in the parking lot of the Auto Zone. I guess the weight of the trailer and the incline of the mountains is really taking a toll on the old truck. I have always doubted the Beast's ability to even make it to Rio Hondo, much less to Alaska, but every time I would bring up the subject, I was poo-pooed and told that the BEAST was in better shape than any new truck. Still not too sure of that statement, but I played along. Now I am really petrified that at this rate, we are never going to make it up to Bellingham, Washington. If the Caravan makes it that far, and gets on the ferry, we can always just drag the BEAST off the ferry if we have to. Luckily both Ryan's car and mine are new vehicles so I am pretty sure they will make it, if the trailers behind them don't cause trouble.
I am so glad that Caleb and I aren't with the Caravan...I am just a terrible backseat driver and Caleb is a Nervous Ned, so it is better that we fly up to Juneau to meet them. The bad part about staying behind is we really can't help much, being this far away. And it is awful to think that we don't know what is really going on and that is scary. But, once again, we are putting our trust in God and even though I know He has my family in his arms, I still worry. I am praying that I can be more trusting and less nervous, or it is going to be the longest week of my life. Truly...
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