Day three: Friday morning we all woke in time for the showers. Luckily, there was a minimum amount of people that showed quickly and came back to our tent. We all dressed in our B-class uniform and planned to be early at flag rising. Even though we weren’t the first club at flag rising, we still made the effort to be there on time, and we were recognized for it. As the day continued we participated in activities that were held in the pavilion. We did a heart racing stunt like activity called "the sing"; where you were taken high up in the air as far as you wanted to go or as far as the rope would allow you, and then you pull the rope to let you go. As we flew through the air, it felt as though you and your insides were going in two different directions. We then went and ate lunch. That evening we all went back to the camp site and began our cleaning for the nearing Sabbath. As news of inspection circled the camp grounds, our directors and coordinators went from calm, cool, and collective to serious neat machines. Each time the place was cleaned, it was dirtied. It seemed as though things would never stay the way it was supposed to. As the Sabbath approached closer, the pathfinders scattered like little ants, succoring around our area cleaning. The camp site was eventually cleaned and exhausted bodies stood and participated in worship. As they leaned, and swayed a dance that told the beauty of sleep was preformed. That night we all slept. The air was cold and drastically fell, showing no sympathy to our freezing bodies. After little prayers of protection through the night went up all was silent.
Written By: Deneeka Leon
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