When we last spoke (about this, anyway), it was Saturday evening, and we were snug in our bunkhouses somewhere west of Fredonia,Arizona.
The next day we’d make our way to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, but first things first: Mass.
Kanab, Utah was really our only choice in the area. Yes, there would be backtracking from our Saturday night space, but we would have to go almost all the way back to Kanab anyway to get to the road south, and it’s gorgeous country, so I won’t complain.
Mass was at 9.
Now, those of you who are familiar with the area are probably already thinking….uh-oh….
I’ll try to explain to the rest of you. And I may still get it wrong, so feel free to correct the details. But I’m pretty sure this is what happened:
We were sleeping in Arizona. Arizona, like Utah, is in the Mountain Standard Time Zone, but does not observe Daylight Savings Time, so at the time we were there (late May), when we were in Arizona, we were in the same time zone as we had been in Las Vegas, the origin of our trip, and where the rental car was obtained. Vegas is in the Pacific Time Zone.
We would be going to Mass over the border in Utah, which is in the Mountain Standard Time Zone, but does observe Daylight Savings Time.
So, Mass was at 9am, but that would be 8 am according to where we were sleeping.
No problem. I mean, going between time zones is a given when you’re traveling, and being that where we live (Alabama) is in a different time zone from places we go often on day trips (Georgia, South Carolina and Florida), this is not rocket science.
So. Church was about 30 minutes away. Just to be safe, I said, let’s leave at 7. Which would be 8 Church Standard Time and would get us there, if we drove at a leisurely pace, about 20 minutes early.
So, I set my phone – which functions as my alarm clock, as I’m sure it does for many of you – for 6:30 am.
In the morning, it went off, I got up, got myself ready, then awakened the boys. We packed up, I called the owner to check out, as instructed, we piled in the car, I turned the ignition, the dashboard lit up, and the clock – set to Las Vegas/Arizona time – blinked on.
(Translation: 7 AM Utah time. 2 hours before Mass. We could have slept another hour.)
So…..how did this happen?
It didn’t take me long to figure it out.
The day before, I had not used my phone from the time we drove out of Utah to the time we arrived at the bunkhouses. Most of that drive was through an sparsely populated Native American reservation, and there, as here at the bunkhouse itself was….NO SERVICE.
My phone had never connected to Arizona cel service, so the clock was still on Utah time.
That time when your Mom apologizes a zillion times for getting us up at 5:30 for no reason? Yeah, that.
There was no sense in unloading and going back in the bunkhouses for just an hour. I wasn’t tired, so I told them I was just going to drive around and see more of the country around Kanab. Eating wasn’t an option because by the time we actually got to Kanab, we’d be hitting close to the 1-hour pre-Communion fast, and that cuts it close for me – I prefer the three-hour fast anyway.
So…I drove around. The 14-year old fell back asleep pretty quickly, but the ten-year old stayed awake, and got to see a huge jackrabbit for his trouble.
Live, as they say, and learn. Sheesh.
The Catholic church in Kanab is called St. Christopher’s, and I was very impressed with how they welcomed visitors. Friendly greeters were at the door, and they had this as well:
St. Christopher medals and a prayer card for travelers. It’s a great idea for any parish in a heavily-touristed area.
They did do the “raise your hand and tell us where you’re from” thing at the beginning of Mass, but I will say that it was actually before Mass started, so I guess I can accept that. (I didn’t raise my hand, though, and the boys knew better…not that they’d want to enter that fray, either.) They had donuts, etc., after Mass, but we didn’t go because, hey, I wanted to drive even more before noon.
So… today’s lesson: welcome your travelers. And don’t assume your phone is always telling you the truth. That’s trouble.