Originally Posted by Gwyn

15 years ago when we only had 8 kids, Randy took a summer job at a church camp on Grand Mesa, just outside Cedaredge, Colorado. He had to be there in June and I followed in July. Here I was driving along in our new Dodge Caravan with all the children and the dog in the car and suddenely there was a sign that said Grand Mesa with an arrow pointing to a turn. So I turned and I followed the signs. Pretty soon I was driving through these really steep switch-backs. Sometimes there was only room for 3 tires on the road at a time. It was scary. My kids are all talking at once about how mad Dad was going to be and how high up in the air we were and the dog was starting tobark, making the nursing baby cry! Finally I got everyone quiet and I said they had to be quiet and to never tell Dad. Finally I reached the top. There was a park ranger waiting for me. I was still laughing. I had just driven up the face of grand Mesa. "This is called Lands End Road. We only use it once a year for 4-wheelers in a race. I can't believe you drove on that road," said the park ranger. "Don't ever drive up it again...pROMISE!"

Well, we found the camp and my husband. Ikept telling the kids not to tell, but they did anyway. Later that weekend, Randy and I drove out to the ranger station so he could see the road. Very slowly Randy turned to me and through tears said, "You drove my car, with my kids and all I hold dear in the world, up that hill? I'm just glad I didn't know." This is still a joke around here.