Crossing the Waters
The tale of a water crossing About thirty years ago, I drove an 18-wheeled truck from Farmington, New Mexico, to Page, Arizona. It was my job to deliver a load of gasoline to one of the convenience stores owned by the company I worked for. After I made the delivery and was headed back to home base, a rainstorm marched heavily across the high desert. And, as is often the case during Arizona’s desert rainstorms, the arroyos crossing the road I was traveling began trickling with