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We’ve waited a whole year! It hardly seems possible that our yearly camping trip came and went. But what an eventful time we had. Ok, even though three in our family put in for a cow elk tag and none of us got drawn, I still think this was the best camping year for fellowship we ever had! My mom even came… first time! YEAH!!! It was such a blessing for her as well. It was a VERY eventful time. Did I already say that? On opening day, five hunters tagged out! We were surrounded by “controlled” burns so at night I was smothered to death with smoke. We played lots of games (even though I never DID get to play Dutch Blitz), some of "us" got lock jaw from blabbing too much. One of my friends had a great idea for the girls to make a nature sign using leaves, twigs, and etc. Although the whole camp was a great experience, I especially treasure the time from Sunday on. Sunday service was TREMENDOUSLY WOUNDERFUL! Our speaker talked about “Taking the Punch” – when someone says something to you that is offensive, can you take the punch? Or do you stick your nose in the air and say, “I’m taking the punch. I kept my mouth shut…. In fact…. It’s been two weeks and I’m STILL keeping my mouth shut (the silent treatment)”. The kids are still punching each other. Some of the girls dressed in pioneer dresses for fun Sunday night, I was getting ready for bed and heard some strange "music". I opened the door... cautiously... and we hear.... The boys were "sleeping" in the big white outfitters tent and the girls including two of my girls were "sleeping" in a little tent next to the big one. They were all having what my eldest daughter calls a ‘singing battle’. The boys were singing one song as loud as they could and the girls were singing another song as loud as THEY could. My favorite part was when all of them were singing "I Shall Not Be Moved" at the same time and after each phrase, “I shall not be moved”, the girls echoed, "Just try and move me". Well, the girls were getting’ a little weak and I just couldn't stand it. So... into the girl’s tent I went to help out. (The boys are still talking about how unfair that was) I'm still such a kid! I'm not sure, but I think the battle helped the so-called "controlled" burns get out of hand. After I had gone back to my headquarters, (our trailer) I heard one of the boys announce that a tree was on fire! Sure enough, it was quite a sight! I wish I had gotten a picture of the whole thing. I got Army, my hubby, out of bed and away we went on our trepid mission to save the forest! Army (the trigger-happy hero) had to cut down the tree with his trusty chain saw so it wouldn't catch the other trees on fire – a selfless act that the firefighters probably wouldn’t have let him do. |
The barefooted boys ran back to find shovels to shovel dirt on the said fallen pine... my job was to shine the light.... hey! I like that one! and to help drag the branches out of the road. Actually, I thought we were doing that so the branches wouldn't burn. After a very restless night, waking up every time a huge gust of wind blew, shaking our trailer sideways, (well, it felt like it anyway) and looking out the window to make sure the fires were all under “control” it was finally the next day.Comments
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