Proof The Bible Is True

I dropped my husband off at the trail at around 8:00 a.m. He got his lime-green mountain bike off the rack and checked it for readiness. “Are you sure this is the right spot?” I asked.

 

“It’s the Colorado Trail, Ruth,” he said. “Tons of people use it.” He kissed me, then got onto his bike. “I’ll see you at the parking lot at the North Pass in about six hours.”

 

I watched him head off, then got on Highway 50. I had a nice picnic lunch packed, might take a hike, or just sit in the sun and read. Six hours would fly by. But first I wanted to make sure I knew where to meet John.

 

I drove 25 miles, then picked up Highway 114 and drove about 25 more miles. The mountain terrain was beautiful. I looked at the map. North Pass should be close by now, I thought.

 

Sure enough, just ahead was a sign pointing to a big gravel parking lot. No one was there. I parked and got out. Something was wrong. John had told me the parking lot would abut the trail, but I was on the opposite side of the highway now.

 

I got back into the car and drove slowly up the highway. I didn’t see any signs for the Colorado Trail. I headed back to the parking lot. Still empty. What was the deal here?

 

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