This picture was taken in Death Valley at the "Race Track." This is a place where magical things happen. Rocks move on their own! These rocks fell from the mountains seen in the background. When it got to the bottom of the hill it landed on the playa. A Playa is a flat dried up lake bed. This lake is three miles long and there is only two inches in elevation difference. When conditions are right this dry playa will turn into a slippery surface. If everything goes right the wind will rip through at 90 miles per hour and the rocks will slide across the clay surface leaving a trail behind. Once the playa dries the rock's adventures are forever imprinted in the mud.
Upon arriving in Death Valley we were told about the "Race Track" and knew we wanted to see it. We loaded up in our '99 Suburban, sandwiches, snacks, and cameras and hit the road. I was shoved in the car with all 5 of my siblings for THREE hours, two of which were on a VERY bumpy dirt road. After a million "Are we there yets?" We finally arrived. It was amazing - totally worth all the achy bones and car sickness. WE even played "Marco Polo" on land - the playa was so flat there was no danger of crashing into anything. Even though I was tired and grumpy I had learned that life is an adventure - it doesn't have to be site seeing and climbing Mount Everest. Spending time with your family is the best adventure you can get.
Once we finally found the moving rocks, it dawned on me that each of us had had an exciting adventure of their own. Life is sometimes like that, adventures come in unexpected ways and these kinds of adventures make us grow closer together as a family!