Growing up I “ate” horse books. ‘Black Stallion’ series, ‘Flicka’, the "Strawberry Roan". I loved them! So naturally when my husband and I decided to move locations, we chose mountains and the west. Best move we ever made!
We loved Denver from the beginning and excitedly explored up in the mountains. One early trip we ended up getting rescued, my fault. We had climbed up some steeper rocks to get where we wanted to go, but I did not want to climb down them; we just figured we’d find another way back to the road. We enjoyed a magnificent day climbing all over the hills and eating our picnic lunch on the side of a mountain blessed by God’s glorious vistas.
Finally, we decided it was time to return to the car. As we made our way down to the road, we discovered the creek was more like a small river careening down its path. The current was incredibly strong! Bill was going to try and get across it, but I said “no, i’d rather spend the night on the mountain than my life without you”. Bill took off his shirt and we tied it to a stick and began waving it at the cars rushing home for the day; I began gathering firewood and pine branches to use as covering and fuel. (It gets cold on the mountain at night.)
God had led us to a camp spot someone had built with stones. There was a wall and a fireplace. We built a fire and had it burning. Meanwhile, one of the passing drivers called the police, and an officer tried to come in after us, but by now night had fallen, and he couldn’t make it. We were set for an adventurous night in the Rocky Mountains.
Sometime later two huge trucks pulled up on the road across the gushing river cascading down between us. The trucks proceeded to focus two huge spotlights on our area and commenced efforts to rescue us. First was a boat, but it overturned half way across and dumped the rescuer in the river. He made it safely to shore. I said they should forget it; I did not want anyone injured or worse for us. Well finally they threw a rope across; Bill caught it and attached it to a tree. They sent a litter over on the rope and that’s how we were finally rescued.
In conversation with our rescuers, i told them my thoughts about not wanting a life lost on our account. Then the rescuer told us their lights picked up a big ole mountain lion watching us. At that point I could not be grateful enough they did not give up! God is always watching over us, and that ole ‘roaring lion enemy’ will never feast on our bones, for we are under the mighty light of our powerful God who is ever watchful over us. Thank You, Lord, for Your protection and for rescuing us!!