A chance meeting - or was it?

On our way to Tucson, we took the Painted Rock Road exit near Gila Bend on a whim; we'd never seen the petroglyphs and we had a little extra time.

As we pulled into the parking lot at the petroglyph site, another car entered. Two vehicles, that's all. We got out of our car as the other people exited their vehicle.

One of the women from the other car took one look and called my mom by name. She was the sister of my mom's sister-in-law.

So there we were: my parents from northwest Iowa meeting someone they knew (traveling from Mesa to Yuma, who also stopped at the petroglyph site on a whim) in the middle of the desert on the same day, at the very same time. A random stop turned into a friendly visit for people who hadn't seen each other in years.

Coincidence, or fate? It truly is a small world.