Don’t Ask Why

Last week I went on a three-day, two-night camping trip with my church’s JMBY (Junior Mennonite Brethren Youth) group. The trip was called “Old Testament Cruise.”

Throughout the three days, we went through six “lessons,” which were stories from the Old Testament. They were usually at scenic areas, such as Castle Rock.

The Old Testament Cruise showed how the Old Testament connects with the New Testament. I learned a lot over the trip, but not all of it connected to the Bible-like never swim in lake water with your mouth open.

Another thing I learned was I know no country music. We spent a lot of the time driving to different places for our trip, and so the radio was on a lot. To tell you the truth, I got rather tired of country and pop-actually, I had four or five cans on the first day.

I guess I’m more of a violin guy than an electric guitar guy. I would rather listen to Ludwig van Beethoven than Reba McIntire, but “I’m A Survivor”-I guess.

I did learn one song, though: “Drift Away,” by Uncle Kracker. I don’t know much about ol’ Uncle Kracker other than the fact he wrote “Drift Away.”

“Give me the beat boys who freed my soul I want to get lost in your rock ‘n’ roll and drift away….”

That’s what I learned, don’t ask why.

When I said that I had come up with a topic for my column (this topic) everyone in my van begged to have their names in the paper. So fellow campers-that-were-in-the-same-van-as-me, here are your names: Lora Andrews, Corrisa Bartel, Samantha Heinrichs, Ben Heyen, Meghan Jost, Maria Loewen, Megan McCarty, Amy Neufeld, Jandi Nikkel, Caitlin Reimer, Daniel Roble and Greta Wiebe.

The two sponsors who were on our bus were Adriana (or “A”) Burns and Kat Staggs.

To change the subject, you can’t go to places like Castle Rock and not do any hiking. I hiked quite a few miles-up and down-for three days.

The first day of the trip I had flip-flops on because we were going to be traveling a lot.

After stopping for a few lessons, we came to this really cool spot. I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s white rocks that have been left in strange formations, standing 15 or more feet in the air. It’s like the ground used to be that high, but then it eroded away, but those few areas escaped the erosion.

Anyway, after we were done with the lesson there, we hiked around for about a hour.

Stupid me, I’m still in my flip-flops. So here I am scaling huge formations and hoping that I don’t come across a rattle snake because I wouldn’t be able to run very fast in my sandals.

Needless to say, the next two days I decided to wear shoes. But other than flip-flops, music, lake water, and long van rides, I had a very good time.

Don’t ask why!

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