Which Way?

After visiting the chicken and reptile farm, we were planning on enjoying a picnic lunch at a dam located on a nearby game ranch. A certain two homeschool moms had spoken with the ranch owners previously and received permission to do this. However, they did not get directions to the dam. We drove around the property for a long time on paths and trails and some roads before deciding to go back and go to the owner's house and ask for directions. The owner's son was home and told us there were four dams and he'd also take us through some of the game ranch. He hopped on his motorcycle and we tried to keep up. When I saw him jump over a bump in the road, it was John's signal that he needed to slow down for that part of the road. We all had bought eggs at the chicken farm and there were nine open trays of eggs (that's 270 eggs) "secured" in the back of our van. After driving over most of the same trails we'd already been on, but going through a couple more closed gates, we arrived at the camp where hunters stay while hunting game. It really wasn't a camp yet, but would be in a month or so. We were so hungry by then that we just ate there.


The owner's son had shown us a "shortcut road" that would be a shorter way out, so we took that to start heading home. It may have been shorter, but it took longer because it was muddy and full of holes. It hadn't rained for 3 weeks and the mudholes were still huge and deep. Thankfully, our non-4-wheel-drive van made it through. We did lose our power steering though. Amazingly, when we got home, John found the belt on top of the engine compartment and was able to put it back on.





Needless to say, all 270 eggs didn't survive the trip on that road. The people sitting in the back were watching the eggs behind them go up in the air and then back down again with a thud and a splat! I think we figured we lost about 60 eggs to our adventure. What a mess!

By the way, we didn't see a single animal on the game ranch.