Day one…
Day two was rafting day and after a blistering and sticky day of moving luggage and setting up tents it was surprising that some of our eighth graders were afraid of getting a little wet. Rafting can strike a little fear in anyone of any age. It’s a risk. But as was the case the day before, our eighth graders quickly got into the groove. After the first couple of bumps, some silly stories from our awesome rafting guides and a few “out-of-raft” experiences, they were fighting to ride the bull (sit at the very front of the boat). They were no longer afraid of getting wet but were getting just as wet from their splashing battles. It was truly another great, yet cooler, day for the eighth grade.
It’s funny how trips seem to culminate in strange and unplanned ways. First, the eighth grade persevered through an activity they had some experience with and would not accept second rate results. Then on day two, they tried something new and found that although risky, rafting was a smart risk, one that was well thought out and was way more rewarding then it was dangerous. On the third day however, the eighth grade faced a slightly less grand but all the more telling trial. Like professionals, they hiked up to a natural water slide. Spanning some 50 feet, Sliding Rock is a beautiful sight and awesome ride, that is, if you have the will to plop yourself on the slide’s 50 degree Fahrenheit rushing water. Unlike the group activities of the first two days, each student had the choice to individually participate today. They could go for it and possibly enjoy themselves or stand by without disappointing anyone. The most adventurous of the bunch did indeed plop themselves down in the chilly waters and slid down the slanted waterfall with trepidation. Soon, most had done the run at least once yet there were a few holding back. Running on the enthusiasm of her peers, I remember Jalissa sliding down the rock with thundering energy only to rival the rain that serendipitously began immediate after we left for the buses.
Our kids were really hungry, driven, that day. As they were heading down that water, they were sliding, but I feel that they also really felt like they were moving to new places of possibility. I know that last week was a fulfillment of dreams for many of the teachers and I hope that it inspired some new ones for our students. I hope they realize that their next trailhead is really only one fearless step away.
-Mr. Max


