Do you ever feel like you’re in a bubble of God’s protection? Like your own super force field? I don’t really have any other words to describe how I felt on the drive from Fairbanks to Fort Drum.
I had many fears in the months, weeks, and days leading up to the drive, but as I prayed while following Will out of town on day 1, I felt such peace. I knew then that we were going to arrive safely and with our tires. Don’t ask me why, but my biggest fear was having to change a tire! So we began our drive.
For the first half of the drive, I led in the van. Driving the Alcan is not like a jaunt down the interstate. Will stayed about a quarter of a mile back with the truck and travel trailer, and I called out road hazards to him over the walkie talkie (because cell service was nonexistent for days). There were hours where I didn’t stop talking and Will moved from one side of the road to the other.
Almost daily I could see ways that God was at work.
There was that first bad pot hole the size and depth of an entire tire that I just managed to miss and had just enough time to warn Will about.
There was that first night in Canada when the slide out burned through fuses, and we had to figure out how to manually override the system to get it back in. Still thankful for the man sitting in the campground lobby who ran home to get the wrench we needed
There was the over-sized load coming around a blind corner that Will was able to avoid.
There were severe, blinding thunderstorms that had us gripping the wheel and struggling to see the road.
There was the RV center that managed to fit us in. While they didn’t have the part we needed to fix the slide, they did bolt the sucker into place. I can still mentally picture the mess THAT would have been if it had bounced its way out on the road.
There was the day, after Will took the lead, that we randomly changed lanes. It was random enough that I was actually thinking, “Huh. Wonder why we changed. There was no reason to do so.” 500 feet later, in the lane we just left, half of a semi tire appeared from under the car we had been following.
There was the Chicago oasis where Will got caught in a tight corner and had to take the trailer over a curb to get out.
There were countless crazy drivers and bad road conditions.
By far, though, the scariest was after we entered New York. Will had come out of a toll plaza, had just built up speed, started around a corner, and found a convertible stopped ON his lane of the interstate. I was behind him at this point and saw the car in front of him jerk over, and then just held my breath as Will yanked the truck and trailer around the convertible, between the cars that were already in the left lane, and avoided the concrete barrier that was inches past the yellow line on that side. I was so busy watching him that I almost forgot to slow down myself. I hit the brakes and then looked in my rear view mirror to see a semi bearing down on me. I jerked around the car and hit the gas. (Our girls said the young ladies in the convertible were laughing and taking pictures. I am praying they didn’t kill anyone.)
I can’t count the number of times that I thanked God for His protection and for Will’s amazing driving skills. I know I didn’t want to leave Alaska, but I don’t doubt that we are here at His calling…peace that passes understanding…
...a self-avowed "Wander Woman," homeschools her three children while traipsing the globe with her Army Chaplain husband. Her third greatest passion, falling below her love for God and family, is empowering other parents to teach their children.