Once in a great while you have to pull over

Everytime we go to church we have to pass over Cibolo Creek. Mind you, as most Texas creeeks are, Cibolo Creek is a dry creek bed. Sometimes, after a good Texas gully washer, the creek will actually flow. And on very rare occassions the creek will actually flow over the bridge.

Sometimes you'll see people down in the dry creek bed, hunting for fossils and exploring. Now if the creek flows, everyone notices and will talk about it. "Hey, did you see the water in the creek?" "Yep, we got 4 inches at our place. I knew the creek would be flowing." But when the creek explodes over its rocky banks and flows over the bridge people come out and watch it. There will be cars up and down both sides of the road and people will be out just marveling at the amount of water in a place that is usually dry for years at a time.

We pass the creek atleast once a week, usually twice or more. Everytime we cross the bridge, everyone in the vehicle looks over the edge of the bridge and always in the same direction; upstream. Finally after years and years, one of the girls ask, "why do we always look at the creek?"

Because we're always looking for something whether its the ordinary, the unusual or the "pull the car over and get out."