And when we get back we have a lot of good stories to share.”
This was included in the family prayer my 12 year old son offered this morning. (It’s like a mantra for all bloggers, everywhere!) It’s almost a contradiction, though, because usually it’s the bad days that give us the best stories.
So I ask you, what was a good day you had that gave you a good story to share?
I already posted about my trip to Vegas a couple weeks ago and the petroglyphs that ancient people made that we saw there:
My husband and I talked a lot about what we thought they were for. The explanation that made the most sense to me was that they were markers for water sources, or hunting grounds, or a place to find shelter. Especially since the ones pictured above were near a water source, and there was evidence that people had lived there.
But it’s fun to speculate about them. What if they were pictures that went along with a story that someone would tell to the children before bed? What if they were religious symbols? The possibilites are fascinating.
So on our way home to southern Cali we stopped at a rest area along the freeway. There was a sitting area under a large tree that provided shade. We were sitting there, laughing at the signs above the women’s rest room doors:
When I looked up at the tree limbs above us, and at first my brain didn’t process what I was seeing:
The entire thing was covered in carvings people had made:
I said, “I bet this is what those petroglyphs really are.”