Proof The Bible Is True

Two days into our family trip to the West Coast I was beginning to think I’d made a mistake in coming.My nephew and his wife, my two sisters and my husband had all flown 2,000 miles from Batesville, Indiana, to Las Vegas to see some of the area’s famous natural landmarks, particularly Death Valley in the Mojave Desert.

Everything was exotic and beautiful—but dangerous too.“It will be an adventure!” my nephew Jim had said when he originally called and asked me along for the trip. “You’ve never been to the West Coast, Aunt Lois. And this could be your last chance.”

“You’re right,” I said then. Now I wondered if I should’ve let that chance go by. I was 75, and the temperature here was in the 80s. On the floor of Death Valley it could be much hotter—I hoped the group wouldn’t want to go.

The landscape whooshing past the window of the van was dramatic—and unforgiving. Was this a safe place for someone my age?“Welcome to Dante’s View,” Jim announced, pulling into a parking spot. “It overlooks Death Valley and the salt flats that have formed in its basin due to the extreme heat. We’re fifty-five hundred feet up!

”Fifty-five hundred feet? I thought. God, keep me safe!

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