Grand Lake vacation: Day one
Cheri and I were the first to arrive at Honey Creek. We picked up the key from the front desk and right away I saw Tyler and Marcus, two of the owner's sons.
We pulled up to the cabin and within a couple of minutes our friend and owner of Honey Creek, Max Tillman II, showed up asking if he could help Cheri to unload. I'm a firm believer that God puts people in our path to ease some of our burdens. Max T. on many occasions has donned wings and a halo.
The Carlisles and the Webbs were just a short time behind us. We settled in, and I headed down to the picnic table next to cabin five. This is the place where we make all of the decisions about what we're going to do each and every minute of the next day-NOT!! We do make some plans, but for the most part we play it by ear every day. It's kind of like when we allow God to light the path that we're on, and being comfortable only able to see one step ahead.
Around seven o'clock the rumblings of thunder became apparent and we were soon chased indoors because of the lightning. The electricity flickered a few times and then quit completely. Fortunately it was only off for about 30 min. The cabins that we stay in are made of cinderblock and tend to warm up pretty fast without the air-conditioner running.
Cheri and I turned off the lights at about 10:30 PM and I'm not sure how well she slept, because I fell asleep at approximately 10:32 PM. And that was day one.