Mom - it reminded me of that time like 2o years ago in July when we were in that Thrift Way parking lot bawling and stuck in that deep water.) The other truck had Lance laying across the top of it acting as wipers -- yes, at some point a large man was laying on top of the truck moving his arms back and forth in order for Nate to see to drive. It was all very crazy. We ended up leaving the trucks in the village and walking through rushing water to get back into the mission. Hope's eyes have never been bigger, thankfully there were lots of arms to carry little people.
No one from Michigan assaulted our sensibilities by wearing a Speedo. For that we are thankful.