I volunteer with the youth in my church congregation, and had the opportunity to participate in a couple days of Girls' Camp this year. I was kind of a tag-along, and just helped where I could, but many of the other leaders had spent hours packing and preparing food, crafts, and other supplies to bring. I did become an unofficial hair-braider, which made me feel useful.
During our hike, we made several crossings of rivers. Most of the time, the male leaders who volunteered to come for a while stood in the biting cold mountain water, put down logs or rocks, and helped us cross without getting wet. At the last crossing, we moved before the brethren got there, so we rolled up our jeans, pulled of our shoes and socks, and went across in pairs. I practically froze in place about two steps in, and felt like I was pulling down the dear sister who went across with me. I would have gone back if that'd been an option. I'm amazed by the early pioneers who crossed numerous rivers, especially the women folk in the long dresses that stayed wet for hours.
I loved being at camp, and was sorry to go home and back to work when I did. I did go down the slide, though. Thanks everyone, for making West Piney a great experience this year. I got all sorts of great swag, delicious food, testimony building scripture experiences, and was surrounded by amazing women and girls. I sure do love girls' camp.
I volunteer with the youth in my church congregation, and had the opportunity to participate in a couple days of Girls' Camp this year. I was kind of a tag-along, and just helped where I could, but many of the other leaders had spent hours packing and preparing food, crafts, and other supplies to bring. I did become an unofficial hair-braider, which made me feel useful.
During our hike, we made several crossings of rivers. Most of the time, the male leaders who volunteered to come for a while stood in the biting cold mountain water, put down logs or rocks, and helped us cross without getting wet. At the last crossing, we moved before the brethren got there, so we rolled up our jeans, pulled of our shoes and socks, and went across in pairs. I practically froze in place about two steps in, and felt like I was pulling down the dear sister who went across with me. I would have gone back if that'd been an option. I'm amazed by the early pioneers who crossed numerous rivers, especially the women folk in the long dresses that stayed wet for hours.
