Sunday, September 14, 2014

Enchilda Soup Zupa's Cafe Style and Clean Eating

I decided I needed to get my recipes on my blog again.  I keep losing track of where I stash the scraps of paper I write them on, and they aren't in my Pinterest collection since they haven't been put on the blog.  So, today is the day for my favorite enchilada soup recipe.


I feel in love with enchilada soup when my oldest got her first job working at a popular cafe called Zupas.  I was pretty much addicted.  Because money is not something we have an over-abundance of, I couldn't justify all of my trips to get soup.  So I had to make a recipe I could fall in love with, and I am proud to say it worked!

So, here is what I've come up with, and it is really similar to Cafe' Zupa's  recipe if you've ever been there.


Ingredients:
1 large sweet onion
1 T minced garlic
1/3 C olive oil

Puree/chop onion in food processor.  Saute these ingredients on medium for about 5 minutes, then let them continue to caramelize on medium-low for at least 20 minutes (if you like a sweeter flavor).











Puree 2 large tomatoes and 4 tomatillos in food processor.
This is the part where I sneak in other veggies, today it is a summer squash.

 I found recipes for fresh enchilada sauces, and they are delicious.  I don't like reinventing the wheel, so I am linking you!
Red Enchilada sauce recipe here.
Green enchilada sauce recipe here.

Add the ingredients for the red enchilada sauce:
3 oz tomato paste
2 tsp cumin
1/2 tsp roasted coriander
1/4 tsp chili powder
1 tsp smoked paprika
1/2 tsp chipotle
1/4 c flour (I used Bob's Gluten Free mix)

Stir together to form a roux.  Add 3 cups chicken or vegetable stock.  Bring it to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for 8 minutes.  Stir frequently.

If you are making your green enchilada sauce from scratch, now is the time.  I was out of half of the ingredients, so I used a can of it.


Add 1 pound of chicken (boneless, skinless, whatever type) to the crockpot.  You will shred it later.

Pour the tomato/tomatillo/hidden veggie puree over the chicken.
Pour your enchilada sauces over the chicken.

Add 2 drained cans reduced sodium black beans (or soak your own overnight the night before).
Add 1 bag of frozen white corn.

Let it cook on high 3-4 hours, or low 6-8 hours.

Shred the chicken, and put it back in.
Serve with sour cream, cheddar, avocado.
Click here to get a printable copy

April's Chicken Enchilada Soup
(Vegetarians just omit chicken and use vegetable broth)

Ingredients:
1large sweet onion
1 T minced garlic
1/3 C olive oil
2 large tomatoes
4 tomatillos
1 large can Green Enchilada sauce (canned or make your own)
1 large can Red Enchilada sauce (or make your own)
1/4 c flour (I used Bob's Gluten Free mix)
3 cups chicken or vegetable stock
1 pound of chicken (boneless, skinless, whatever type)
2 drained cans reduced sodium black beans
1 bag of frozen white corn (we prefer the flavor of the white variety)
Vegetables you want to include (summer squash is good and easy to hide)
sour cream, cheddar, avocado to top it


1. Puree/chop onion in food processor.  In a large pot, saute onion, garlic, and olive oil on medium for about 5 minutes, then let them continue to caramelize on medium-low for at least 20 minutes (if you like a sweeter flavor).

2. Puree 2 large tomatoes and 4 tomatillos in food processor.  This is the part where I sneak in other veggies, today it is a summer squash.

3. Add 1 pound of chicken (boneless, skinless, whatever type) to the crockpot.  You will shred it later.

4. Pour the tomato/tomatillo/hidden veggie puree over the chicken.

5. Pour your enchilada sauces over the chicken.

6. Add 2 drained cans reduced sodium black beans (or soak your own overnight the night before).

7. Add 1 bag of frozen white corn.

8. Let it cook on high 3-4 hours, or low 6-8 hours.

9. Shred the chicken, and put it back in.

10. Serve with sour cream, cheddar, avocado.

Monday, June 30, 2014

More of Trek- Arrival

 Our Stake has the blessing of taking the youth that are 14-18 years old on a Pioneer Trek every 4 years.  Joe was the Stake Young Men's President when our stake was new, and he was in on the original planning.  Due to the death of his mom the Sunday before that first Trek, he didn't get to go.  Callings change, and neither of us got to go 4 years ago when Brynja went for the first time.  So, eight years later, we finally got to go experience Trek!  We were able to go with Brynja and Josh this time, and serve as a Ma & Pa for a family of nine kids.


Our Stake sent 352 people on Trek this year.  That was 8 buses full of teenagers!  While this might sound like a torture fest, it was completely the opposite.  Our Stake has been blessed with amazing youth that have clearly been held in reserve for these days.  They have incredible spirits, and strong testimonies. We rarely have issues with them acting like "normal" teenagers.  It's a blessing and a pleasure to work with them.

Due to the size of our Stake, we were divided into 3 "companies", made of 3-4 wards each.  Each family was given a handcart, and we loaded it with our meager possessions.  We were allowed one bucket to hold all of our clothing, toiletries, jacket, and whatever else we needed besides the bedding.  We pushed the buckets, and a cooler with the day's food, in the handcarts.


The handcarts were replicas of the pioneers'.

We met at our Stake Center at 3:30am on Wednesday morning.  After a devotional and prayer, we loaded buses and began the journey.  When you take 350+ people, bathroom breaks can take a ridiculous amount of time.  So it took us about 9-10 hours to arrive at Martin's Cove.

Once we were there, we were split into the companies, given the handcarts, loaded them, and then had an orientation with the missionaries that serve there. 

 We dressed fairly authentically- although it definitely had a modern twist.  We wore sunglasses, good hiking or running shoes, and good socks. I opted for some running shirts that would stay dry.  But we had fabulous bloomers on under the skirts (which were pretty toasty on the warm days).  I also thought I'd found the perfect hat at the zoo, but it turns out that Asia must not have the winds of Wyoming.  That hat wouldn't stay on for anything.  I had a backup "cowboy" hat, and ditched that after finding out how sweaty it made my head.  If I go again, I will try the bonnet.  I just really hate things tied under my chin.


Sunday, June 29, 2014

Trek 2014


This is the text of the talk I gave after Trek.

I have been blessed to spend the last few days walking on the trails that the pioneers traveled in their journey to Zion.  As we arrived in Martin's Cove, we were quickly assembled into three companies.  The handcarts were loaded, and we were greeted by the missionaries.  

 Elder Freeman spoke to us, and I was touched by what he said.  What I thought about most as we pushed our handcart through sand, up hills, and across a river, were the two things Elder Freeman had told us we could learn if we would be open to the Spirit.

He promised that the ministering angels of these pioneers would be there to help us understand
·         what it is to be rescued,
·         and then we would come to learn how to rescue others.


We learned what it is to be rescued.
As we heard stories of the Willie and Martin handcart pioneers, we heard stories of bravery, strength, endurance, perseverance, and faith.  Their devotion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and the depth of their faith was hard to comprehend.  We heard of the struggles and hardships that you are so familiar with.

Trek is an amazing opportunity that allows us not to just hear, but to feel and experience some small degree of the struggles the pioneers felt.  

As feet blistered, it wasn't hard to wonder how the pioneers, without access to Cabela's, or cushioned running and hiking shoes, could have walked for months, through heat, wind and snow and not given up.

As faces were sunburned, sand stung them, and mosquitoes feasted, we wondered how they faced the elements without sunscreen or bug spray.

As we walked through wind and rain, and sat shivering in the cold, we couldn't imagine how hard it was to spend so many days trudging through freezing temperatures and blizzards, without a coat, no shoes, no hat, and no gloves.

As we looked at the places where children, mothers and fathers, and grandparents were buried, or left along the trail, we wondered how they managed to go on when all seemed so hopeless.



While our trials on Trek paled in comparison, it opened a window that let us see that there was something more that must have driven the pioneers on.  They had a conviction, but even more, a conversion that led to an unshakable faith in God.  They had been called to Zion, and they were willing to give up everything they had, even their lives, in order to obey a command from the prophet, and to have their families sealed for eternity in the temple.

The pioneers believed the promise in D&C 84:88 "there I will be also, for I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up."

President Hinckley said, "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future.  It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead.  It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans, so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries.  Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life..."
Can a generation that lives with central heating and air conditioning, with the automobile and the airplane, with the miracle of television and the magic of the computer understand, appreciate, and learn from the lives and motives of those who had none of these and yet accomplished much of tremendous consequence?"

For all of us that went on Trek, I think we would unanimously agree that yes, the generations that have been blessed with so many creature comforts could, indeed, learn something from the lives of the pioneers.

As a Ma, I watched, and listened to our youth as they spoke with each other about the experiences they had.  They marveled at the strength and faith these pioneers showed.  They were touched in their hearts.  This was evidenced as the days went on; Ma's didn't have to ask for help preparing food, rather we had to turn them away because we ran out of things they could do.  They began looking for ways to help each other-setting up tents before the rain started, or taking them down before it began again-and they drew closer as a group.

Our youth have an amazing bond, and this was strengthened as they worked together.  They took turns pushing the handcart, they rekindled friendships, and they shared testimonies that had been strengthened.  They began to behave in a more Christ-like way as each day passed.  The spirit of the pioneers was truly changing hearts.

Two days before the pioneers crossed the North Platte River for the last time, the weather had been hot, and the pioneers were getting weary.  They had not been expected to come so late in the year, so supply stations had not been stocked.  They couldn't carry the necessary food, or supplies to complete the journey without being resupplied.  As food began to dwindle,, they cut rations time and time again.  They left the few possessions they had brought with them when the load began to be too heavy to bear.  They burned the very quilts and blankets they would desperately need just days later when the first snows would come.

The pioneers were near starving, having almost run out of food.  They used bark, twigs, the soles of worn out shoes of the dead, and the meager 4 ounces of flour they received to feed their families.  

So what is it to be rescued?
To the handcart pioneers, it was the hope that was brought by four men on horseback telling them help was on the way.  Needing to receive the supplies quicker, they had to continue on to shorten the distance that lie between the two parties.  Then came the supplies; food, clothing, and bedding that would save many lives.  They had prayers answered, not immediately, not before the trials set in, and not without more effort on their part, but they were answered. 

For us, being rescued is coming to an understanding of the Atonement in such a way that we become acquainted with God.  As President Vance told the youth, they must gain more than a testimony-they must become converted.  Testimonies can waiver, but true conversion is what will help us make it through the trials we face-to push our own spiritual handcarts to Zion.  

When we are truly converted to the Gospel of Jesus Christ our behavior will change to allow the preparation and the decisions that will help us rescue others.

Are we willing to sacrifice the things that weigh our spiritual handcart down?  Are we willing to bend our wills to do what God requires, even if it seems it will take our lives?  We, like the pioneers, must cross our own spiritual plains in order to become acquainted with God.  

 President Gordon B. Hinckley said:
"In the environment in which many of us live, there is need for reminders of lessons learned in the past. In our times of abundance, it is good occasionally to be taken back to earlier days, to have our minds refocused on the struggles of the early Latter-day Saints, to remind us ... of the importance of faith in God if there is to be lasting achievement..."
"Faith was the guiding principle in those difficult days. Faith is the guiding principle we must follow today."

As we sat on Holy Ground in Rock Creek Hollow, we felt the Spirit.  We learned of a Second Rescue-one that ensured that each of the pioneers that died along the way to Zion had their temple work done.  A rescue of souls- completing the journey that those Saints began so long ago.

And we learned about the Third Rescue. 
The third rescue is happening now- the saving of our youth, and ourselves.  

President James E Faust said "In the heroic effort of the handcart pioneers, we learn a great truth. All must pass through a refiner’s fire, and the insignificant and unimportant in our lives can melt away like dross and make our faith bright, intact, and strong. There seems to be a full measure of anguish, sorrow, and often heartbreak for everyone, including those who earnestly seek to do right and be faithful. Yet this is part of the purging to become acquainted with God."

I want the youth to know-- I have been to Israel and Kirtland, two places where the Spirit is so strong that I can't understand how anyone could not feel it.  That same Spirit is in Martin's Cove, and I felt it at Rock Creek Hollow.  These places are truly hallowed ground. 

As President Hinckley explained about these faithful pioneers:  "Shining above all of their principles and ideals was their solemn and wonderful belief in the Lord Jesus Christ as their Savior and their Redeemer. They knew him. He walked with them on that long march to the Elkhorn, up the Platte, beside the Sweetwater, over the Continental Divide, and down through the dry and desert country to this valley of the Great Salt Lake. He was their friend. They offered their prayers in his name. They sang to his glory. With humble appreciation they spoke of his great atoning sacrifice. They put their faith in him. "

What a wonderful people they were. There is nothing like their great effort in all of history. There have been other great migrations. There have been many great causes for which men have given their lives. But in our time, within the span of our memory, stand these noble pioneers. God bless their memory to our good. When the way seems hard, when we are discouraged thinking all is lost, we can turn to them and see how much worse was their condition. When we wonder about the future, we can look to them and their great example of faith."

We need to  prepare to become the rescuers.  

When Brigham Young received word that these two handcart companies, and two wagon teams were on the plains, and would surely die if help was not sent, the first rescue party went out immediately.  They were men that had prepared themselves.  Their homes were in order, they were truly converted, and they obeyed the call of the prophet the very day he commanded.  They were ready now.

Elder Freeman encouraged our youth to learn what it is to be a rescuer.  To learn how to be worthy, and how to be in tune, so that when the Lord needed them to rescue a soul they would be ready now-not in a couple of days, or months, but right that very moment.

President Hickley told the youth " I make you a promise that God will not forsake you if you will walk in His paths with the guidance of His commandments. "  

 The pioneer ancestors that we all claim by blood, or by membership in this church are examples of this.  Though paths might need to be walked through storms or fierce winds, you can accomplish whatever the Lord requires of you.

“All about us there are many who are in need of help and who are deserving of rescue. Our mission in life, as followers of the Lord Jesus Christ, must be a mission of saving.” President Gordon B. Hinckley (1910–2008), “Our Mission of Saving,” 

These youth have had amazing experiences, many of them very individual.  I would encourage those of you who didn't go to ask them about it.  Let them share the experiences, which will help us all to remember the lessons that we can learn.

John Jacques wrote in his journal "When the Lord calls His saints to do anything, if they will rely upon Him and do the best they can, He will fit the back to the burden and make everything bend to the accomplishments of His purposes."  John lost his two-year-old daughter in Green River, and carried her body the rest of the way to Salt Lake for burial.

Mark 5:36 says "Be not afraid, only believe."  

Francis Webster, a member of the Martin handcart company said "We suffered beyond anything you can imagine and many died of exposure and starvation. But did you ever hear a survivor of that company utter a word of criticism? …  Every one of us came through with the absolute knowledge that God lives for we became acquainted with him in our extremities."

“I have pulled my handcart when I was so weak and weary from illness and lack of food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the other.  I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I said I can go only that far and there I must give up for I cannot pull my load through it. I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began pushing me.  I have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the angels of God were there."

“Was I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No. Neither then nor one moment of my life since.  The price we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay and I am thankful that I was privileged to come to Zion in the Martin Handcart Company”.
 
I testify that these pioneers learned to believe, to have hope, and to trust in God's plan.  They knew the power of the Atonement, and they understood the importance of temple blessings.  They witnessed the help of ministering angels.  They knew God.   

I know this is the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I know that through the Atonement, we can be forgiven of sins, and have burdens that feel too heavy to bear lifted from our shoulders.  I know that as we face the trials placed in our way, that they can lead us to becoming acquainted with God.  We can be rescued by our Savior, and stand as rescuers that are ready to heed the direction of God in saving souls.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Sources:

 

 
More good links for pioneer talks:
A Priceless Heritage
Be Not Afraid, Only Believe


Sunday, April 6, 2014

2014 April General Conference Printables

I love the spiritual boost that comes from hearing the words of the Prophet and the Apostles.  This weekend's General Conference was no exception.  While there is more I want to say, I will have to organize my thoughts first, they are kind of all over the place.

Questions were answered, some that I've had since my older brother made the choice to live with us, and then passed away soon after.  Answers to things we are struggling with right now came unexpectedly.  And reassurance that God knows me, my husband, and my children - KNOWS.  He knows our names.  He knows our desires, our hopes, and our dreams.  He knows when we feel we are lacking, and he knows what brings us joy.  He lives to hear our prayers and to answer the righteous desires we have, even temporal ones.

Anyway, I was going to make some printables of the quotes I want to put on my kitchen wall for the next few months.  Here is the first one:

http://www.digiapedesigns.com/printables/2014_SunAft_ERGScott_8x10.jpg
Download the printable 8x10 here. Just right click and "save as".

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A Brave New Beginning

I realize I haven't been steadily adding amazing content to this blog for a while.  It isn't that I don't have anything to say, it's more like I don't know if I want to share some of it.  It's hard for me to decide to put private, personal moments out there where anyone in the world can access it. 

The NSA makes me cranky, and people that haven't learned to respect other people's right to believe in what they will makes me even more cranky.  So, I have kept a lot of things bottled up.  And yet, I want my kids, my family, my friends, and anyone that needs to hear what I have to say to get that opportunity.

So, I will begin again with the blogging.  I don't really care who thinks I am nuts, or that I believe things they can't.  But, instead of keeping it to myself, I will share it.  I just ask that you don't be rude, judgmental, or just a jerk about it.  The bottom line, it's my personal blog, and I won't hesitate to delete things that are offensive.

That said, I will have to start with a post about what I believe, because everything about my life is shaped by those beliefs.  It will be hard to understand some of my personal moments if you don't understand where I am coming from.  So, I will work on that explanatory post, and put it out there for the world.  Then I can begin to share the experiences I've kept close to my heart, and away from too many people that might need to read them.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Conference Oct 2013

I just wanted to say that this October General Conference was exactly what I needed.  I felt so uplifted, and so empowered to be better, do better, and to try harder.  I don't feel overwhelmed, or guilt ridden, it's about as opposite of that as possible.  And that, I believe, is the difference between having the Spirit confirm things versus letting Satan get the better of you. I know that is one of my weak spots he likes to take advantage of.

If you missed conference, or have no idea what I am even referring to, you can go here to watch it for yourself.  I definitely recommend it to anyone, regardless of your faith.

I am making some little Facebook covers to help me remember some of the highlights I enjoyed.  You can grab this one HERE for FREE.  Feel free to use it, or share it.


Saturday, September 14, 2013

Love this dog

Sometimes Bear gets a little excited after a weekend if from running. He hopped in the driver's seat and I told him to move, so he went to the front passenger seat. He's kind of large for that.

Friday, June 14, 2013

More Babies

New life is hatching under the deck.  These guys are so well tucked, I had to do a Hail Mary with the camera to see if I could get a picture of them.  One has hatched!


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Summer Chicks

I love that we finally have trees and bushes that birds like to visit.  We have had nests and babies every year for the last couple of years.  We love to watch the nest building.  The kids will constantly sneak out to see if there are eggs.  And then they watch for the eggs to hatch.  These little crazy hair birds are the latest.


Sunday, June 9, 2013

Square Foot/Vertical Gardening: Tomatoes

For my friends and neighbors that I tend to thoroughly confuse when I teach classes, this post is for you. I even have pictures.  Please ignore the ugly, unamended clay "soil", and any weeds that may be showing. They are for scientific purposes....

When I garden, I do it very space saving, it's just a good habit.  And, when done properly, I have less weeding in addition to lots more food.  So, my tomatoes are grown close together.  I can do this and have ginormous plants because I trellis them, and I root them in a way that allows them to have the space they need in the ground.

So, here is how it works:

First I install a trellis.  Mine is not fancy, it's just metal fencing attached to the green metal stakes.  It lasts for ages, and I can move it as I rotate my crops.

After I Install the trellis, I dig trenches every 24" on one side of it.  The trench starts about an inch from the trellis, and goes out away from it.  I use drip line, and I make sure there is an emitter over the trench.

Before I plant the tomato, I have to do a little pruning.  The picture above is before pruning.

I will remove all but the top three to four branches (if it is a smaller plant leave just the top two).  Discard these branches so that they don't cause any diseases from lying on the ground.  Tomatoes will root along any part of the plant that contacts the soil.  So I will now have a much longer stem to bury, and that will create massive root growth for the plant.

I lay the plant in the trench so that the leafy top is close to the trellis, and the root ball is at the opposite end.  I bury all of that stem that I exposed by removing the branches.  Curve the stem gently up, be careful not to make it a sharp angle that breaks.

I have the tomatoes all in on that first side.  Now, I do the other side of the trellis.  Alternate the tomato plants so that they are no directly across from each other! 

When you are done, you will have one tomato plant every 12" across the trellis, but they each have a 24" space for roots.  As they grow, you simply use twine or whatever is handy (old pieces of panty hose work great) to tie the main stem and the branches to the trellis.  No more green arms from picking!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Running trails

Today was a longer run. My time want awesome, but when I throw random trails to the top of a peak in, my times generally suffer. Maybe some day I can run up a mountain, but that day is not in the near future.

I saw pronghorn, lots of beetles and butterflies, coyote tracks, and a few cows. I nearly stepped on two stinking snakes. They were the first I'd seen this year, and the evil blow snakes blend in. The one I snapped a picture of was about a two footer. The second one was close to 4 feet. I did not stay to take a picture of the big one. Bear also found us a green lizard, thankfully he can't catch them.

View from the top looking South
View from the top looking North, the way I came up.  It was kinda steep that last quarter mile or so.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Picture of the Day

These gorgeous flowers are attached to some of the spikiest cactus I've seen around my running trails.  It's amazing that the two things go together, but it really is beautiful!


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

trail run

Just a beautiful pic from a run.  I am so lucky to live in a place where I have hundreds of miles of trail to choose from, and they all have pretty killer views.  It keeps this girl running- every day is a new adventure.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day

I had to share the sweetest gift from last year's Mother's Day.  My kids covered the wall over my bed, and my bed with notes about why they love me.  It was the nicest gift they could have given!  I love that these are little notes I can keep tucked away forever.  Someday they will find them again, and I hope they remember this day.


Monday, April 8, 2013

Goblin Valley Attempt 2

After hiking to the cave we thought the skies looked pretty safe, so we headed back to Goblin Valley for attempt number two.  It was somewhat crowded, the parking lot was mostly full, which surprised me because we really hadn't seen many cars on the roads today.  Maybe they were in stealth mode.
This is it, Goblin Valley!  It's the weirdest place I've seen in Utah, probably anywhere.  These hoodoos are so cool, and they just aren't your average hoodoo.  It's fantastic, too, because they are completely climb-able as they aren't restricted by silly laws and rules.  Even Bear could come enjoy them!  Thank you to the state of Utah for using wisdom in making decisions about this park.  It's nice to have some freedom to enjoy things without worrying about a million regulations.
The kids had a blast playing on the rocks.  They tried getting on top of a few.  And that eventually led to hide-n-seek.  Which is pretty entertaining here.  I was surprised at how quickly they could disappear.  And that made me glad they weren't toddlers. :)

It really feels like you are on a martian planet somewhere when you are wandering around in the bottom.  I would love to go back again and spend more time playing.

You can barely see Xander's head poking out up there.  These are much taller than they look, and there are hundreds of them at least!

I love that Aliyah will let her sister know when she is done posing for pics!
Josh found a way up to the top of this one!



 So, there we were, enjoying the landscape, and BAM!  Dark ominous clouds start cruising our way.  I saw them, and thought, please go around us.  I think it only made them start moving faster.
 The dark sky did make for an awesome picture.  But, in the time it took me to snap this, and then decide we should maybe head to the car, I couldn't see the kids.  They were oblivious, playing games.  And they were very, very good at hiding.  This was going to be tricky.

Bear is afraid of thunder.  He can hear it when it is miles away, before I can hear it.  So I knew when he started to panic that I should probably be concerned.  He knew it was coming, I was still hoping it wouldn't be a big deal.  But, flash flood country, I knew we had to be careful.  So, I sweet talked him into helping me look for the kids as the thunder got close enough for me to hear.

It was frustrating, I would see one of the kids, and head for them only to have them disappear again.  And the storm was getting closer, the sky was now dark.  And Bear was ready to bolt to the car without me.  Such a brave dog.

And then, a crack of lightning and thunder and the sky started dumping rain so fast you couldn't see through it.  And then the temps dropped about 15 degrees in maybe 30 seconds.  Not cool.  The rain was coming so fast that little rivers were forming all around me.  And I was running and calling the kids but they couldn't hear me or see me.  I finally ran into Brynja, and she didn't know where the others were.  She saw them in a cave area, and then she went back there and they had left.

Then, the rain became huge pieces of icy, cold hail.  It hurt like crazy, and it was so cold!  The ground was now solid mud, and our shoes were getting caked in it.  Our clothes were soaked through.  And Bear was going to the car whether I wanted to or not.  I decided to hope that the kids had the sense to run back to the car.  And then I realized if they did, it was locked.  So, Brynja, Bear and I ran through the hail and wind to the car.  The kids were not there, and I was freaking out.  We got in, and I turned the car on, mostly because we couldn't see out the windows due to how quickly they fogged up.  I turned the car lights on hoping Josh, Leah or Xander would see them and head back.

It was hailing so hard, and was so windy that none of us had heard each other yelling.  The other kids had not been far behind me.  They had seen me running with Bear, and just followed.  But I never saw them or heard them.  And they had never heard me.  It was the craziest storm I think I've ever been caught in!
Thankfully, we all made it back safely to the car.  We had to wait a while for the windows to de-fog enough that I could actually drive.  It took a good 7-10 minutes of air blowing full blast.  And now the car smelled like wet dog, wet camping people, and was full of red mud.  (Some of which we just noticed on the ceiling a month later....)
Brynja, thawed out and thinking it was a pretty cool adventure.
Wet, cold, shivering, and wondering how the heck the weathermen could be so incredibly wrong.  I want their job.  Seriously, how many jobs are there that you can be wrong over and over and over and never be in jeopardy of losing your job?  Not to mention people still listen to you and believe you.

Stay tuned, the trip gets even more adventuresome!