Frozen window at 5am.
Cleaning the window sills.
Taking out trash.
Attacking dirt with marksman-like precision.
Most of us, just before leaving.
This morning we were all up at 5am, packing the trailer, van and Suburban and cleaning the bathrooms, dining area and kitchen. We said our goodbyes ("say your hugs") and began our journey home.
The Tecate Highway is not a straight road. Maps lie. I truly believe that the over-arching question on the minds of the highway engineers was not "How can we do this well?" but "How can we induce motion sickness most effectively?" After about 5 minutes on the road I was ready to go back and live in Mexico. Thanks be to Ann O's ginger cookies, that settled as wretched a stomach as mine.
We reached a military checkpoint after about 20 minutes and were asked to exit the vehicles by men with serious camo and more serious machine guns. They proceeded to inspect our vehicles and some of the bags and within 5 minutes we were clear to go.
We entered Tecate about 1.5 hrs later and only had a 30 minute wait at the border. As the birth certificates were being passed out we realized that Eric had left his in his bag - packed in the trailer - and we couldn't find Kirk's. I was glad at this point that I promised to bring only most of the kids back. Thankfully they simply waived us through after checking Steve and Sara's documents. Unfortunately they made Ted take apart the trailer so they could inspect what we had. After another 20 minutes we were all on our way.
We made it home around 7:30 and everyone proceeded to do their part to clean vehicle, dishes and take apart the trailer, move luggage and clean out the bins and ice chests.
Thank you parents for allowing your children to be a part of this trip. We witnessed the Lord doing some amazing things in their hearts and with their attitudes. Some of the adults at the camp were so blessed by seeing your kids being so willing to volunteer for the things that needed to be done throughout the week.
We can't wait to go back.
In Him,
Jason
