Mike says to me, "Try a Baptist Church; they do things on Wednesdays." This is after camping at Hite Recreational Area, a really nice place to camp and see the stars by Lake Powell which is one of the only water sources we've seen around.
Fun fact: The Utah desert is way worse than the loneliest road desert in Nevada. The guys hit a wall cause they didn't know what was waiting for them at the end.
We camp, the boys haven't showered in a week (I have, I paid for one at an RV camp site because I'm a girl.) I have to meet them in three hours to give them water because there is absolutely nothing between here and there and they head off for Blanding, UT.
I take a mini beach day and lounge by Lake Powell while they set off. Then I find them and see them hot and exhausted; it's much hotter here. Then I head off for Natural Bridges to check out some natural bridges. =)
It's a 9 mile loop that you get to drive to overlooks of the bridges with options of hiking around. I only did the .5 mile hike to the closest bridge because I had to get back to the guys.
As I'm leaving the park I run into Pacella, who is looking pretty beat and teach him about the wonders of wetting a bandanna to put around your neck to keep you cooler.
The guys all water up, German and Jesse had run into another support car driver that is much more advanced than our car and gave them cold Gatorade (The most I can manage is not hot Gatorade).
So, I set off towards Blanding thinking to get some food and decide to try a church anyway. The first one I try has some people milling about in it. They happen to be the nicest people I've ever met. They're from Georgia on a missions trip and here for a week. Some of the kids ran out of money, so they were cooking in and would you like some food? Oh my goodness, oh my goodness.
So they let us stay. We get showers. We get amazing food from the nicest people. Barbecue chicken and green beans and mac and cheese and tacos and pizza and spare ribs and sweet tea and we are in heaven. Fresh backed cookies out of the oven and milkshakes. Oh my goodness oh my goodness.
So I just had to tell you all because they were the nicest most genuine people I've ever met and I hope to run into them again some day.
Now I have to run because the library is closing.
Signed most sincerely,
One Shelly Kessler, Knocker on Baptist's doors.