It was a really good week. I got to lead a sweet overnight hike with dear friends as co-leaders. We wended through the weird, otherworldly forest of the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania. It's rocky, heavily wooded and has an old, almost stifling feeling in the air. It's an old, magical place.
The girls were exceptional in their cheerfulness, willingness and strength. It was a delight to be with each of them. We hiked, laughed, cooked, sang, and learned together. As I have for the last 23 or so years of helping at camp, I fell in love with each and every one of them and will treasure the memories I have of them. I cannot get these photos out of reverse chronological order without wanting to throw my computer across the room, so here you go.
|All of us on the last day. Aren't they beautiful?|
|Testing out my selfie stick, and showing off my camp look.|
|Canoeing was a big hit with the girls.|
|The hikers. We pretty much rock.|
|Why did I not know about ROASTING Slim Jims over a fire???|
|Our lovely, peaceful campsite in Caledonia.|
|The Way of the White Blaze.|
|A little Abbey Road action across Route 30.|
|Playing with my fisheye lens.|
|One of the trail entrances we passed by.|
|Me and Sheely. Love.|
|This is how dense the trail is. |
And I love that branch of crazy orange leaves in a sea of green.
The whole experience reminded me of how circumstances are often only pleasant or unpleasant based on my thinking and comparisons to other circumstances. The rain itself was neither bad, unfortunate, nor unpleasant. It simply was. Just as we all ponchoed up and and gathered under our little pavilion, preparation, acceptance and adaptation will keep me moving forward when conditions change in my life.
I am grateful for service opportunities like this that offer practicums for me to be reminded of what I know, and also that there is always more to learn.