Mix eight adults, a wet, foggy beach, constant clouds, wind, tents, and too many kids 12-18 years old...and watch what happens

On Thursday, July 30-Saturday, August 1, I was at Dillons Beach and Lawson's Landing for three days and two nights roughing it... in cold, misty fog and scary toilets. We had a stalwart group of youth aged 12-18. I was there with tireless youth leaders who are such great examples to me. April our energizer bunny YW Pres who our Bishop was inspired to call. Erin and Lisa (3 mos away from giving birth to her sixth) who provided more than enough food for all the kids and adults...and then some. Amie who brought the camper for the women leaders, literally saved us. Aaron the YM Pres who like April was unstoppable in energy and joy. Rob who could capture attention without a bullhorn and could get down and have fun with the kids.


We listened at the fireside, to my friend Candice share some frank and inspiring words to the youth about following the standards the Lord has set. Her message warmed our hearts and touched our souls. Our Bishop shared stories from his youth and inspired our youth to strive to be good examples.


I survived, given that I'm no camper. Camping to me is work. When I go on vacation I don't want to work. I came home with three small cuts on my left palm from various camping tasks, and four chipped nails in varying array of annoyance... I don't know why I didn't pack a nail clipper. Oh wait... reread the first sentence of this paragraph.


I returned home to find two little girls who missed me. A sexy husband who not only had a brilliantly fun time with our girls, but who replaced a sink disposal, did yard work and kept the house cleaner than when I left.


I returned with a greater appreciation for the simple task of walking a few steps from my bed to my bathroom in the middle of the night. I even ate strawberries that weren't triple washed in salt water... I hear dirt will do me good...


The last day, the sun finally broke through the clouds. We had an amazingly lovely time out at the beach. Despite the cold, the wet and the wind... the youth remained remarkably positive. As did all our leaders. It was a fantastic youth conference. Perhaps the Lord was smiling on us that last day...."well done".

Thrill seeking

I am not a thrill seeker. I don't chase adrenaline rushes. I don't quite understand the fascination of doing something to scare the poop out of me.

So when my hubby, his boss and his boss' 7 year old boy made me walk up the Mayan Temple at the Atlantis Resort to go on the water slides... I was not interested.

We did the Serpent Slide first. It was fun. You are actually in a tube ...and in the end the sharks are swimming all around you. The next slide they decided I needed to go on was the Leap of Faith. I didn't see why I would want to... it's a 60 foot vertical drop. I didn't even have an inner tube to sit on like the Serpent Slide. Pretty soon a crowd of rotund guys were there cheering me on and the fun Bahamian workers were coaxing me. In the end I didn't have much of a choice. So I crossed my legs and my arms and my husband pushed me down.

To say I screamed my way down is... to put it lightly. After I landed in the water my heart had shifted positions in my chest. My legs shook as I walked away from that slide.

After that they made me go on the Challenger Slides... I screamed on that too.

I'm not going to go on that Leap of Faith again... I have plenty of faith, thank you very much. But... I guess I can say I did it. If a wimp like me can... anyone can... although, why you'd want to... I have no idea.

ps. We miss our sweet girls... but they're probably having too much fun without us.