Ridge's mission call came in the mail yesterday, so we hopped in the car and headed for Flagstaff. I wish I had taken a picture of the sky as we were coming into Holbrook - it reminded me of the Dust Bowl pictures I used to show my students. At one point, Rick had to pull off the Interstate because we literally could not see the end of the hood of our car. Scary! I just kept silently praying, "Heavenly Father, please help us get this mission call into Ridge's hands safely." I guess He heard the prayers. I also didn't get a photo of the worst of the storm (too scared to think about the camera), but here are some of the ones Gabe and I did take:
We managed to get to Flagstaff in one piece, thanks to Dad's wicked driving skills. The crowd started gathering in Ridge's apartment. We had been working on webcam setup for a couple of days so that Whitney, Joe, Ward, and Brianne could watch Little Brudder open his call. However, the Internet connection in Ridge's apartment is too slow to support high tech, so the girls had to settle for listening in on phone calls.
And the call? Guatemala, Guatemala City South Mission! Ridger reports on August 5.
He's cheesin' for the camera at Oregano's on Ridge's birthday. He keeps his Nanny laughing with all his trash talk and teasing.
