Saturday, June 14
We loved the new location for the chapel, as we had a great view of all incoming vehicles.
The chapel was a gathering place for people who wanted to watch the arriving cars and trucks. It was also parked beside a main walking area.
We were beside the information/registration center, meaning all the trucks had to park next to us and wait for the golf cart or a person to direct them to their parking spot.
Old Fords remind me of my Dad and Grandpa Hershey.
It was a beautiful morning to sit on a lawn chair outside the chapel and watch all the activity – including a Great Blue Heron which flew overhead.
An old vegetable truck.
We thought it was busier than usual on Saturday morning – probably because of the heavy rain on Friday evening.
More tomorrow night.
The old Ford truck reminds me of my dad. He used to take us to church camp in the back of his truck. The camp was near Sequoia in the Sierras, so the trip up involved a lot of steep roads with no guard rails (at least not then) and lots of switch-backs. Daddy had one rule. Bottoms on the bottom! We were never ever allowed to sit on the sides. It was fun. I’d be afraid to do that now. In fact, I probably would be afraid if I was in a car and there were high guard rails.
Old vehicles bring back interesting memories.
How great to be by the entrance — and what a wonderful array of trucks (and of memories!).
Yes, we make sure that the officials knew that we loved that spot.