Desert Detour

I had the opportunity to go and share at a camp in Newberry Springs this last weekend. Brenton and I hopped on the freeway and listened to the “faithful” GPS navigate us to our destination. Our GPS navigator, Rhonda was not so faithful on this trip. We followed her every move until we found ourselves stuck in the middle of the desert 20 minutes off course and no one with in a three mile radius. The camp was on a dirt road, but not the one we were on because the address hadn’t been updated with GPS or MapQuest. You might ask, were you afraid? No, it was the third time that Brenton and I were stuck in the desert together. We had a great time laughing and catching up on lost time for almost two hours before we were recovered.