Ok so
today, May 30, 2013, was unlike any other we have seen so far… It started like
any other day, like regular clockwork, we awoke early in hopes of glimpsing,
our sun rise, like a majestic phoenix from its ashes reborn, another day. After
the hike down to the lake, we were dismayed, to see the mountain opposite of
us, shrouded in clouds, and fog looming over the water, thus preventing us from
watching the eastern light rise. Unfortunately our hike was for naught. Out across the lake, quit vividly, flashing
lights could be seen, piercing the cloud of mist on the southern shore across
the lake. Eventually we wandered back
up to Moore Hall, and partook in our usual morning activities of enjoying the
peace of the early mountain morning in the gentle sway of the rocking chairs,
swift games of checkers, announcements, service, and breakfast.
Being
our last day, rumors of Fires Creek or ice cream floated around in our heads
like dreams of Christmas in little children.
We set off to the tool shed to load the truck, and a heavy truth hit us
hard. There was a high chance of us, after finishing our job, returning to
Hinton for the back breaking task of trenching.
After loading the truck and piling onto the bus, we headed out with heavy
hearts and high hopes of completing the ramp. Previously we had ventured into
Wal*Mart, searching for gifts
of memorabilia to leave our home owner and service workers. After a few
obnoxious photos , cheap frames, and a music box, we had our prize. We had a
picture of our crew (officially Team 4--the Mordacious Mountain Men) around the
ramp. We found a frame with a border that we all signed and gave it to our
homeowner. After completing our ramp--of
which is the most glorious and beautiful of ramps in the world—Kevin and Hayden
(our site coordinators) were given gifts, as well. First, all week our only
complaint was a lack of music, the never ending silence, throbbing sound of our
shovels on the hard, rock filled clay, constant buzz of our drills and
occasional comment escaping our lips--we purchased a portable AM/FM Weather
Radio; again, our luck ran dry due to lack of outlet and batteries. We were
unable to shatter the silence with music from the newly purchased radio. Instead Scott, was able to play his music,
from his iPhone. After completing our
work on the job site, a few group photo shoots in which we all modeled, lunch and
a decent sized wait, we were able to go off to Fires Creek and avoid the
dreaded trenches.
Alan’s Team was in the midst of
equipping each other with war paint as they assaulted the hefty labor of
lavishing layers of thickly coated paint and finish that encased the entirety
of their site without breaks or rest feeling more and more desperate to
complete their task. Also we had a framed bible quote for our homeowner. The
sole stop was when Coach came to collect the Mordacious Mountain Men to help
finish the job. In all actuality, they just relaxed on the lawn…awaiting the
lavish cleaning of the brushes to make our voyage o’er land to Fires Creek.
After
getting lost we finally reached our destination--Fires Creek, a cold running
natural mountain stream with a waterfall.
Mordacious mountain men--the whole crew, minus Kevin of whom unfortunately
was unable to join us--made the hike to the top. We then left the falls to
venture down the mountain to commence building a dam. After a while at the creek, we ventured on to the homestead. Once at our
separate lodges, we got ourselves all gussied up for the end of the week dinner
with our homeowners. After the filling explosion of flavors of Taco-Thursday,
we had a couple of minutes till we headed to a bonfire, down at the lake. We
went boating out on the lake, sang songs, made s ‘mores, and enjoyed a festive
joyous evening. Finally ending with packing our bags, and cleaning the lodge so that we are ready to
begin our trip back to Missouri.
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