The Top Ten Reasons...

...why I will never be Kelly Bass when I grow up:

#10. because I love my *pink* thermal underwear and my *pink* hoodie and I plan to wear them to every campout this year

#9. because I have pretty much lapped her in height

#8. because I like taking pictures of flowers  (although I almost took a picture of bear "scat" when
we were at Boy Scout camp as well as a picture of a tree branch that looked like a Q)

#7. because I would never rappel down a mountain when there is a perfectly good path to walk down

#6. because I don't think I could ever have as much energy as she has...even if I drank three energy drinks a day (although I am pretty sure that would be quite amusing)

#5. because, after looking all over our tent at camp, I never did figure out where to plug in my curling iron

#4. because I cannot get up at 4:30 a.m. to run with my dog...my dog is way too lazy

#3. because I could never fit five days worth of clothes in a backpack, much less five days worth of clothes, a tent, a sleeping bag AND my share of the food

#2. because I am sorely tempted to bedazzle my baseball cap

                        and the number 1 reason why I'll never be Kelly Bass when I grow up...

#1. because I don't think I will ever be able to "leave no trace"

     

Last Week I Learned... Part Four

                               ...a buck in your purse is better than three bucks in the backyard

...into each life a little rain must fall...and in Colorado that usually happens every day

...our campsite is our "home sweet home" and home is that much sweeter when we can put the "smellies" in the trailer so the bear can't get them

  ...it might be a hill to you but it is a mountain to me.




























...the sky seems bluer, the grass seems greener and God seems nearer in Colorado

                                                ...good things come to those who wait

                                                ...bad things happen to good people

                                                ...and some things you just can't figure out

Last Week I Learned... Part Three

 ...it's going to rain so I better be prepared.

...just let the bear have whatever the bear wants














...and stay out of his way...unless you're burly and have a big voice...(or a stick and a pile of rocks)

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                       ...you've got to keep climbing, even when the mountain seems impossibly high

              ...if you go hiking with this guy he will take really good care of you










...bloom where you are planted...even if it is in the middle of the path...and you might get stepped on

                                                               ...keep looking up

                        ...there will always be another mountain for another day---at least, in Colorado

Last Week I Learned... Part Two

                                                  ...to look for reminders of the love of Jesus everywhere







 

...a few aspen trees can make even a scummy lake beautiful

...I don't need reveille when the sunrise calls to me as it kisses the trees on the mountain above our campsite

                                                       
                                                          ...even the trees have eyes

...to put my focus on what is really important--both in life and in photography

                    ...stopping to smell the flowers is worth having to run to catch up

Last week I learned: Part One

                                      ...there's joy in the journey as well as in the destination.

                                                        ...even thistles are beautiful.



















...this is fashionable footwear at camp.













...Spam isn't really so bad...as long as you're hungry and there is lots of cheese on top!

...perspective is everything. The tree seems bigger than the mountain but that is just because I am closer to it.  Should I focus on the mountain I could climb tomorrow or the tree I could climb today?





                                           
                                                   ...whatever you do, stay on the path

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A Week at Summer Camp

A week that began with a car breakdown on the drive to camp, which was just a hint of the car troubles to come. Problems with a fuel injector, a dead battery, a starter motor that went out and a blown-out tire were some of the challenges our vehicles faced throughout the week.

A week of living in this little "village":

A week that that included several bear sightings and the pillaging of the girls' tent--twice.

A week when aforesaid bear was not content with rummaging through our things--he had to take Kelly's entire backpack up the mountain behind our campsite, claw through it and examine all of the contents. After consuming several granola bars, he grabbed the sleeping bag, took it farther up the mountain and shredded it royally.

A week of nicknames (inside my head mostly but not entirely) that began with "Harrah", ended with "Rambo" (Mark's nickname for Kelly) and included: Moose, Spike, Rye, Pocahontas, Bee, Cap'n, Mountie and Bush.

A week with a few trips to the First Aid Hut as well as to the hospital in Pueblo. Dehydration, allergies, a swollen ankle, a serious fall, a skinned shin or two and an emergency appendectomy were some of our medical issues.

A week when the boys accomplished much: merit badges, advancement requirements, Totin' Chips, Fireman's Chips, 25 miles on a backpacking trip, the 50-miler award, several 20-miler awards, a climb to the summit of one of the Spanish Peaks for two of our guys and a "beginner's hike" that lasted 6 hours, covered 7.6 miles and ascended to an altitude of almost 8900 feet.

A week when good character shone:  big guys helping little guys, boy scouts respecting authority, no complaining about the peas that showed up at dinner three days in a row (cleverly hidden in raman noodles, tuna casserole and vegetable stew), diligence and perseverance as they hiked and climbed and attended classes daily.

A week of stories and legends--around the opening campfire, around the fire in our campsite and on the "Legends" hike.

A week that included some scary moments: the bear incidents, of course but also the startling appearance of a fawn who bolted of the woods, practically knockng us over before he dashed into the woods on the other side of the road, scary "animal" sounds at night (some of which were later determined to be of human origin), rodents nibbling on things under the tent platform and one who actually popped up his head between the floorboards. And not to forget the very scary time when one of our guys went home after dark to the wrong campsite.

A week when food was mostly a positive topic of conversation and a highly anticipated event. Bonds of friendship were forged over slices of bacon. And we all knew who we could count on to be at the front of the line for dinner and who would be first in line for seconds.

A week when we watched for the legendary Indian Chef Grandote's shadow on the mountain. (Feathered headdress is to the left and his profile is to the right)

A week with an abundance of wildlife: pronghorn antelope, mule deer, hummingbirds, chipmunks rabbits and bears. And an abundance of Colorado wildfowers:  bluebells, columbine, queen anne's lace, daisies, clover and Russian thistles.

A week at camp where every day ended with cups of coffee (or cocoa) and our last day ended with a beautiful rendition of "Taps."


A week that will be forever in our hearts and memories.

Peter--Brash and Bold

He was there when Jesus was arrested, in very real danger of being taken into custody, too. Those were frightening, terrifying moments for him and for his friends.

But when Jesus told the soldiers "I am the One you are seeking, let these men go their way," it appears that most of the disciples then quietly stepped back. But not Peter.

Brash and bold, he drew his sword to defend Jesus. Knowing he was no match for the soldiers of the high priest, Peter chose the high priest's servant as the object of his wrath and struck off his ear.

The events of the next few moments are truly amazing. Jesus healed the servant. And apparently the soldiers didn't even notice. How could they not have seen? A display of the power of the Son of God before their very eyes and they did not see it. What were they doing--where was their attention as Jesus tenderly touched the ear, restoring it to full function? Capturing Jesus was their assignment--surely their eyes would be full on Him. Yet Jesus performed His last miracle before their very eyes and they were oblivious.

Then the soldiers seized Jesus and led him away. Most of the disciples then fled, fearing for their lives. Peter followed at a distance--still brash and impetuous--maybe not as bold.

In the hours that followed, three times he was recognized as having been with Jesus and three times he denied it. Upon the third denial and the crowing of the rooster, the enormity and reality of his denial of Jesus pierced his heart

and he wept aloud...no longer brash and bold

but broken and burdened with sin.