I had an adventure

   

         Those of you who have seen my first two pathetic attempts at a vlog know that for me to do something that involves a moderate amount of effort I need at least three reasons to do it. Even if it appears to be on a whim I still need multiple excuses to drag me along. The thing about my Saturday adventure was that I left the house with only one excuse. The sister of one of my friends was having one of those wedding things up in Hurricane Utah and my Dad thought we should go. Often I have avoided these road trips in the past but I surprisingly decided to support the idea. We left soon after and spent about two hours at the reception before hopping back into the car.
     

        With that one excuse accomplished we felt that the void in our gratification requirements could be filled with a fancy dinner at a place in St. George called the painted pony. My family has never been one to go to restaurants where you need to know which fork to use for what. I don't need 4 forks, 2 spoons, 2 knives and magic wand to enjoy my dinner. Personally I'm a fan of sporks. With that in mind eating at a place like this was abnormal and therefore a worthy addition to our needed list of excuses. I took my time eating bacon wrapped duck with reduced cider sauce and a celery root puree and after a while we finally left for home.

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        It is interesting to note that if we hadn't gone to the wedding and spent our time at the restaurant we wouldn't have been there to come across a woman walking along the side of the highway. My Dad, who is normally not quick to pick up a stranger, felt we should pull over. This woman was from California and had driven up to Utah to help her husband check into a hospital. He was a tweeker and they had been separated for a long time. After trying to check into several hospitals there was a disagreement and he began to wale on her until she jumped out of the car and he took off with it. She was left 60 miles outside of Las Vegas where we found her hiking in the dark and gave her a ride to the apartment of someone she knew in Vegas.

       Of all the excuses to drive out to Hurricane Utah this was by far the most rewarding for us. Who knows what else could have happened to her that night. We left with one reason and came back with three. This offers more proof to me that punching holes in our normal routines and mindset allows those gaps in our day to be filled with something more substantial and edifying. I love seeing miracles happen when you turn the steering wheel toward the unexpected.