Many Miles later....

So sorry that this has taken so long. I've been trying to come up with some way to relay our experience concisely, accurately, and creatively. I haven't figured out how to do that yet, so I though I'd just go ahead and lay something out there.

We left camp on the 11th, blessed by a GPS and prayers from Russ Schultz and David Jacquess. Wichita that night. Stayed until Friday morning and then left for Denver. Used the restroom at a warehouse where a kind guy let us use the bathroom and then later a sweet old Catholic woman named Dilly.

Friday night in Denver we arrived at one of Denver Rescue Mission's branches called The Crossing, a long-term rehab facility. We were shown to our rooms (the place used to be a hotel so our accommodations were comfortable) and then immediately put to work in the kitchen. The next began what was to become our long-term project at the downtown Denver Rescue Mission across from the Triangle.

What is the Triangle I can hear you say? Well dear comrades, it is the spot in Denver for crack/meth/vice of choice.

I'll leave it there for the moment, I promise I'll finish that.

Thanks for the prayers that many of you have passed along, God has been hearing and blessing His children.

We're in Salt Lake City now.