Neither Height, Nor Depth . . .

Nor rivers, nor rickety Chinese plank bridges . . . nor any other thing shall be able to keep us from meeting together on Sundays!

This morning, Katie, Dave, and I decided to ride our bikes to the Rice's house for our Sunday church meeting. Just last week, the new road connecting the university to the highway was supposedly completed. That new road saves us about 10 minutes of riding, so we thought we'd go that way this morning. But, when we got to the newly opened section, we were met with a concrete barrier. I guess, they had just poured more cement so we couldn't ride on the new road. Not wanting to waste time having to backtrack and ride through town, we decided to take the dirt path "shortcut" through the field. We've actually ridden down the dirt path before, but this time we met up with a small river which . . . um . . . wasn't there last time. So here we are on our way to have church at the Rice's this morning.


Right after we "walked the planks" and were on the other side, Dave accidentally put his foot into some sort of quicksand-mud-goop up to his ankle which we all thought was dry and solid but turned out to be quite soft.