God must've spent a little more time on me.

Last night it was raining and the nearest campsite was 12 miles in the wrong direction. The campground in town charged $22 plus $6 extra for each adult after the first 2. So I started calling churches from the phone book. The first church I called put us up, indoors, and even had a shower. The minister had set out towels and soap for us by the time we got there. He let us keep our bikes inside the foyer, just in case. I slept on a pew last night. I'm about to call the local branch of the same church to hope for a repeat occurrence.