13 hours. No AC. 50 some odd teenagers. Two unreliable buses and several break downs later we made it. Our destination-Brevard, North Carolina for a week of summer camp in the sweltering heat. Every summer my church takes a a bunch of teens down to the Wilds Christian camp in Brevard for a week of well..camp. And it never fails that the trips down and back are where some of the most exciting memories are made. But there was one year that will always stick out in my mind. We were all loaded up ready to head down south for the week. We had a trailer attached to the back for the million bags us girls thought were necessary for one week..I mean, who knew how many pairs of shoes you might need. Finally, we were off..for a short while..then the trouble started. The trailer hitch broke-on the way down alone we stopped three different times trying to get it fixed. Our precious luggage hanging on by a thread. While the leaders tried to hide this fact from us..it was inevitable that we would find out our bus/trailer was having troubles. While we did arrive safely, it took longer then the estimated 13 hour trip and needless to say, we were exhausted. Not the best way to start out an even more exhausting week. Come Saturday morning, we loaded up and started to travel home. We were all sunburnt, exhausted, and ready to be home. So we started driving..they had gotten the trailer fixed and figured it would be smooth sailing. But an hour from home-so close that you could almost feel it-our bus broke down. I mean, it wouldn’t go anywhere. We were stranded in a parking lot in the middle of a big city one hour from home. Add in the fact that it was nearing 11 o’clock, it was bad. Always looking on the bright side, someone found a smashed water bottle and we ended up playing soccer with it for an hour or so until we were able to procure a ride home. To this day we still talk about that trip. And while I have traveled to that camp many many times..this one trip will always remain etched in my mind.
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