The past week at camp wasn't all that exciting, which I guess is both good and bad. The best camp story happened before the kids and I got to Camp Timberwolf. I call it "Always on Time."

Every year, before I drive the kids up to camp, the Rescue Mission sends a few guys up to get the place ready for us. They get out there about a day or two ahead and they bring all our luggage, food, and other equiptment that we need for the week. We had the same plan for this year. Our camp starts on Monday, the helpers left on Saturday morning.

Not everything worked out as planned. Just as they were ready to leave Richmond and begin the 4+ hour journey to our campsite, they discovered the freight truck with our luggage had a flat tire. This set them back about 90 minutes, but it was better to discover the flat now rather than later. Finally the truck and the minivan were ready to go. Along the way, in addition to the gas and food stops, they had to make a few extra stops because the pet dog they brought with them kept getting antsy in one of the vehicles.

From experience, I know that the long drive to camp is tiring and not so much fun, so these guys were probably frustrated by all the delays that had occured on their way so far. The last hour of the trip is the most difficut, going up the mountain on winding roads. As the van and truck were driving along this windy stretch, a car in front of them somehow lost control and the rear wheels started to skid (running loose as NASCAR would say). The car swerved in an effort to regain control, then fell over the side of the road into a ravine, rolling over many times. The 5 guys in the van and truck jumped out immediately and ran down the side of the mountain, not sure if the car was going to explode. The car was upside down and the woman was still trapped inside. Somehow, they force open a door and get the lady out, and get back on to the road safely.

It was just amazing to see how perfect God's timing was. Without all the delays that morning, they would not have been in the perfect place to rescue that woman.

I will add that while I drove like Jeff Gordon going up the mountain to get to camp, I drove at a much slower pace coming down after learning about their story.