This is the huge field where Phil and the rest of the soaring club play fly their gliders. And this is where you would have found Phil and I one evening at twilight a couple weeks ago. The field was empty and quiet, only the two of us there, and as usual I settled down to take pictures of the sunset while watching him fly his glider. When we went to leave, the car wouldn't start. Nothing. Not even a click. Phil discovered that acid had eaten through the battery cable. He rummaged in the trunk and found some medical tape and it started. Through all this we had watchers who came out into the twilight, but kept their distance. They were extremely curious. We made it home, though it quit once again. The next morning, our mechanic told him that the car could have exploded at the field while he worked on it. Many years ago, the car quit way out of town and he fixed the broken hose with a razor blade he found. Another time when the car quit, he fixed it enough to get us home, but whenever we needed to get in reverse, he had to get underneath the car while I kept my foot on the brake, yikes! I think someone else has been watching over us besides these deer.
"From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from his dwelling place he watches all who live on earth - he who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do...We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield." Psalm33