Living in St. George, Utah, I was not far from the north rim of the Grand Canyon. It is a perfect place to escape to in the heat of summer. When my Scout son and I traveled there to camp, we expected a fun couple of days to explore and time for ourselves in slightly cooler weather.

Upon arriving, we looked for a perfect tent site. The one we chose was on the rim side of the road, gently slanted towards the canyon. We set up our tent, pegged everything down, and put on the fly.

Then, my son and I lightly trenched around the tent with the claw side of our hammer. This was a safety measure since the sky was getting darker.

We left the tent to buy some supplies and kept watching the turbulent sky over head. We no sooner got back to our tent when, with a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder, it started to pour.

You have to picture us on the rim side with lightning careening around the canyon and thunder echoing from wall to wall. Scary, just a bit, but it was also exciting and beautiful.

It seemed to continue for hours. We played cards and stayed nice and dry. When we woke up in the morning, all the other campers had left. The trench held the rushing water around us. WE FILLED IT BACK UP BEFORE WE LEFT–leaving no trace behind.
My son and I truly witnessed natures’ bountiful power and glory. We were glad we stayed at the camp site.

Sometimes, life doesn’t turn out the way we expect. But, for a prepared Scout, the storm of life can be a wonderful thing.

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Joyce Olesen
is a grandmother, mother, and daughter of Scouters. She love kids, camping, country music and sport cars. Her Dad was a Scout leader in Chicago in the early 1920’s and having only daughters did not bolster his Scouting hopes. As his "Scout" she was tying regulation knots by the time she was 7.

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