So I'm in love - with Limon Colorado. What a great place and what a wonderful congregation. They are not your typical small town congregation - and even they say that. They are like one big family. Even though they live in the middle of nowhere, they are so happy and such a blast to hang out with. Many of them have said what keeps them here is the fact that they love everybody here - it's the congregation they're here for. Ever since we got here, they have welcomed us with open arms. It's like they are old friends that we've known for years - like we belong here. We were invited to a graduation party yesterday afternoon. It was so much fun. Good food, great people and fun times. There was football, volleyball and DANCING!!! There was even a Great Dane named Sam present along with the cutest little baby girl. Afterward, we were invited to go sing karaoke with some of them at the local bowling alley. They are all CRAZY! I think I got drunk on fun. We pretty much had the place all to ourselves. Everybody was singing - amazing singers, and not so good singers, little kids and adults. We didn't care, we were just having a blast. It was like your typical close knit small town scene. And we loved it. Me and Lance looked around and agreed that we need to find away to come back next year - for longer.
Service went MUCH smoother today. The day before we had had a TERRIBLE misshap with my glasses. They felt out along a country road when I got out to take a picture. After continuing on for another hr (i had my sunglasses on which is why I didn't realize the situation right away) I realized that they were gone. But we managed to go back, find the exact spot (by using the landscape in the picture i took)and found them! The area that we worked in was very desert like. Lots of sand, small scruffy bushes, cacti and yucca plants.
The roads that conected the ranches were nothing but sand. We told everybody it was liek driving on the beach in the OBX. It was like a scene out of Bananza. There were small, old ranching homes that had been abandoned. All wind blown and leaning. The windmill for the water pump was even still there somtimes. Just slowly rotating with a steady shrill squeak. Cows would be crowded around the base of it, of under a small grove of dusty, scruffy trees or keeping cool in the abandonded buildings, sticking there heads out where windows used to be. 
Something that made me laugh is that around here, there are shallow "rivers" and "creeks" with bridges over them and signs with their name. But every single one is dried up. I asked some of the ones in the congregation why there are still bridges and signs for water that doesn't exist. They said they don't really know why, but that they just never changed it.
Also, out here, they are RANCHERS and NOT FARMERS, and don't ever get it confused, we were told.
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