Crack In The Mountain

Father and Son Camping TripRecently, my son and I drove into the mountains to enjoy a father and son camping trip. It was not one sponsored by a third party. He is active in his Deacons Quorum at church. He is also active in the Masonic, appendant group, DeMolay, for boys. Both of those worthy organizations are known to host such trips but this time was set aside for just he and I.We drove some hours north and west. As we did so the topography over which we traveled changed. We do not lived on the flat earth I knew and loved in, Beautiful, East Texas. Here there are hills. As we traveled those hills began to increase in size and scale and were joined by beautiful valleys. Eventually, those hills and valleys were left behind as we progressed and in their stead were mountains.“Dad?”“Yes, son?”“Isn’t this beautiful?” I heard the inspired awe in my young son’s voice and could not help but be moved.“It really is, son. So beautiful.”“We drove this way when we went on our young men’s camp out at church a few weeks ago.”“Did you?” I knew perfectly well that they’d gone this way but wanted to hear him tell his tale.“Yes sir, we did. There is a crack in the mountain that we drove through. Are we going to drive through the crack in the mountain today?”At this, I was stumped. I’d drive the region numerous times but had never driven through a crack in the mountain and could not say with any certainty that we would.“Son, I don’t recall having seen such a thing but, I sure hope we do. I’d love to drive through a crack in the mountain.”“Me too, Dad. Its really neat. Its one of my favorite things to see. I hope you get to see it too.”… To listen to the full story, click on the link above. Much Love,HankYou’ve Been Hanked!The Hank Griffin Podcast This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit hankgriffin.substack.com/subscribe