What's In Your Mind?
By Becky Colvin
“Supper’s ready! Let’s say the scripture passage, and then we’ll pray.”
“What? We can’t eat until we say the whole thing?”
“I haven’t learned the next part!”
“I’ll never get it right!”
These comments abound on our Challenge trips because the participants must memorize scripture as part of the experience. As incentive, they must recite the assigned passage before everyone can eat supper. These passages are longer than the random verses students memorize for the moment to gain team points at church camp. Depending on the length of the trip, they may commit to memory entire chapters.
Where Is That Smell Coming From?
By Marley Butler
Ah, the aroma of supper cooking over the campfire mixed with the odor of students’ bodies drenched in sweat! There’s nothing quite like the smells of a wilderness expedition, smells that will transport me back to the adventure every time I encounter them for years to come. Then there are other scents that I would prefer to avoid forever.
By Leah Fuller
“I have something to prove, don't I? Who me? Yes. Let's face it. If we knew every moment where a leader doubted their own course, faltered in their vision or wrestled with fear we probably wouldn't follow them. So sometimes it's just safer to keep pretending. Maybe you've felt this way too? Maybe no one will notice that the person I want to portray —that strong, courageous, capable leader—isn't the real me.”
Getting Back on the Bicycle
By Leah Fuller
With only a twinge of anxiety, I let go of the bike seat, slowed my run to a trot, and watched Anna's precarious balance carry her down the bike path. In the 3.5 seconds it took to slow my trot to a walk and begin to pat myself on the back for a job well-done, I witnessed perhaps the most classic bike wreck in history. As soon as she realized that I was no longer holding onto the seat or running beside her, her mind went blank and all reasoning ceased. She steered sharply to the right, released both handle bars, and attempted at once to become Supergirl. Her momentum carried her forward, arms out-stretched. She came to an abrupt halt two and a half feet later—sprawled out, face down, entangled in the metal heap of her bicycle.
What I Did Last Monday
By Joel Bates
Do you have the impression that D.M. instructors travel out on adventure trips and return to camp through a revolving door? If we've given that impression, then allow me to relate what this wilderness skills instructor was doing last Monday evening. I came home after a long, hard, yet exciting and adventurous day full of making phone calls, signing receipt letters, answering emails, and planning for the next trip. Supper fare filled the table, and the aroma of steamy, roasted potatoes wafted across the room, producing broad smiles on our children's faces as they eagerly found their seats and grasped forks and knives. After the prayer, taters filled plates, and forks jabbed the food into mouths. All at the table chewed rapidly because if we lingered over the savory flavors too long, we were going to be late for the evening's holiday adventure.
By Leah Fuller
As twilight faded rapidly, twelve weary hikers stumbled along the creek desperately trying to reach their destination before night plunged them into total darkness. The leaders scouted ahead for a few moments and returned with encouraging news. “We're almost there, and there's even a place we can camp,” they reported. Bolstered with hopeful expectation, the travelers plodded a few hundred feet and, to my bewilderment, bushwhacked straight up the hill to a small, flat ridge. Upon their arrival, the group began setting up camp as I called the leaders aside to ask them what was going on. “We're here!” they exclaimed, “At the place where the creek splits. We're at the destination.”