Our RV trips follow a loose plan. We look at the weather forecast and set out in a general direction. We choose places to stop based on what the kids are into and how long we feel like driving. We research places on Google as we drive. We have a few books in the RV on rock collecting that usually take us on wild adventures. We can never tell what a place is going to be like. Sometimes they are awesome. Sometimes they are not great. Sometimes we can adapt and re-route. Sometimes we can't.
Today we visited the valley of fire outside of Las Vegas. It's a giant natural playground. Rock piles 50 feet tall begging to be climbed. The kids love it. I work at not being stressed out while they run down the hillsides like mountain goats.
The campground at valley of fire was full. There was a nice looking dispersed camping site just outside the park that had been our main plan. We rolled up and it was not ideal. The day was windy and this campground was exposed. It was also crowded. Think giant parking lot full of rvs with cool desert views. There wasn't anywhere for the kids to play. We decided to take a gamble and look for something better.
I had a plan to visit an unmarked gypsum cave tomorrow. It was only 30 minutes away. We headed that direction. It was already 4pm, we had limited daylight to work with.
We saw a sign for a campground on Lake Mead. We turned off and headed down to the lakeside campground. It was closed. We turned around and continued driving toward the cave. We passed an interesting jeep road. But of us perked up. Jeep roads usually lead to the best campsites. But there was nothing marked on the map and i couldn't be sure it wasn't private property.
We pull into a day use hiking area that is lovely but is full of "no camping" signs. We sigh. Daylight is running thin.
We agree, last resort backup plan is a hotel in Vegas. But we had one last shot to find a place. We could either continue on to the gypsum cave which we knew nothing about or turn around and explore the jeep road.
We had a good feeling about the jeep road.
I put on "into the unknown" and we headed back.
We turned onto the road and drove along a river wash. I spotted a fire ring and another. Tall banks shielded us from the wind and the river bank was full of firewood.
We drove a ways in and found a perfect spot with a smooth flat place for Zander to ride his bike and cool rock walls for miles and Philip to climb.
There is a scene in Nemo where the dad and Dori are hanging on to the whales tongue and it appears like they are about to be swallowed and Dori screams "Let go, it's going to be alright. " The dad replies, "How do you know?"
She answers simply, "I don't."
This is the mystery of faith.
It is jumping into the unknown. It is trusting even when we don't know things are going to turn out OK. It takes courage. And it can feel foolish in a world that is marked by information and safety nets. It's really foriegn to just head off into the unknown without a map or Google reviews to help assure we're making the right choice.
Today, this camp site was a gift. An adventure i didn't plan to take. A little empty piece of wilderness to explore with my kids.
Onward, Into the unknown.