Que Sais Je?: Camping Report

Monday, August 8, 2011

Camping Report

Contrary to the original plan, we arrived home from camping at around 00:15 Sunday. Although we had planned to arrive home sunday mourning, we were planning on also leaving sunday mourning instead of leaving at 21:00 Saturday. The reason for our early departure was that due to the pouring rain we experienced between 10:30 and 18:00 on Saturday the ground beneath our tent was so saturated that any significant pressure on the tent floor caused water to seep through and pool on the floor. Anticipating a wet night and probably a rainy mourning we decided to skip sleeping in a wet tent and eating breakfast in the rain and left a little bit early. As a result of this, we were able to go to church on Sunday mourning, which was good. I can't get to comfortable here, though, because we have to leave Wednesday to go visit our grandparents in Delaware and go to the beach.

While we were camping on Thursday and Friday, however, we had a fantastic time. On Thursday we set up camp and got used to our surroundings and had a delicious dinner of steelhead (which is like salmon) cooked over the fire. In addition to this, we saw a red eft, which I can't recall ever seeing before, but had red about in books when I was younger.

He probably wasn't the only one either, because we saw another run over by a car and a third was captured by one of the younger boys we were camping with.

On Friday, we took a hike on a beautiful trail that went along a stream with lots of waterfalls, most of which I photographed. Fortunately for you, I was able to control myself and weed out some of the worse ones.

In addition to gorgeous waterfalls, we saw a cool millepede with blue and red stripes. I guess these things must love mixed deciduous forests, because I've only ever seen them in state parks like Ricketts Glen and Worlds End.

On Saturday, we were able to get breakfast in before it started raining. One bright side of the pouring rain was that I was able to make use of this emergency blanket I've been carrying around in my backpack for years.

Well, it's a whole lot better than carrying an umbrella in my backpack for years.

Nevertheless, I was glad to get home so that we could be indoors for a little while before heading off on our next trip.

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"Jesus said to them, 'I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst. But I said to you that you have seen me and yet do not believe. All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out. For I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will but the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. For this is the will of my Father, that everyone who looks on the Son and believes in him should have eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day."

John 6:35-40

26 Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. 27 And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because [1] the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. 28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, [2] for those who are called according to his purpose. 29 For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. 30 And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified.

Romans 8:26-30

3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, 4 even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love 5 he predestined us [1] for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, 6 to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. 7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, 8 which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight 9 making known [2] to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ 10 as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.

11 In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will, 12 so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of his glory. 13 In him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, 14 who is the guarantee [3] of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, [4] to the praise of his glory.

Ephesians 1:3-4

“‘One word, Ma’am,’ he said, come back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. ‘One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—treed and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom or yours is the only World. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.’”

C. S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

¹¹And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. ¹²And after the earthquake, a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. ¹³And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” ¹⁴He said, “I have been very jealous for the LORD, the God of hosts. For the people of Israel have forsaken your covenant, thrown down your alters, and killed your prophets with the sword, and I, even I only, am left, and they seek my life, to take it away.” ¹⁵And the LORD said to him, “Go, return on your way to the wilderness of Damascus. . . ¹⁸Yet I will leave seven thousand in Israel, all the knees that have not bowed to Baal, and every mouth that has not kissed him.”

I Kings 19:11-15,18

“Far from being the Great Satan, I would say that we are the Great Protector. We have sent men and women from the armed forces of the United States to other parts of the world throughout the past century to put down oppression. . . . All in the interest of preserving the rights of people. And when all those conflicts were over, what did we do? Did we stay and conquer? No. We built [our enemies] up. We gave them democratic systems. . . . Did we ask for any land? No. The only land we ever asked for was enough land to bury our dead.”

Colin Powell

“‘I was wondering—I mean—could there be some mistake? Because nobody called me and Scrubb, you know. It was we who asked to come here. Scrubb said we were to call to—to Somebody—it was a name I wouldn’t know—and perhaps the Somebody would let us in. And we did, and then we found the door open.’

‘You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you,’ said the Lion.

‘Then you are Somebody, Sir?’ said Jill.

‘I am.’”

C. S. Lewis, The Silver Chair