We spent hours on the cozy front porch of the Artagon, the slight breeze of the lake the harmony to our music and private thoughts.
We dried our hands just in time for sunset and a mandatory pre-show photo shoot.
Friday night, we played the label game. Everyone of us got a labeled crown: Snob, intellectual, outcast, worry wart and then mingled at a mock dinner party. It didn’t take long for each to us read the way we were received. Our perceptions of others are so much easier to decipher than we lead ourselves to believe.
After Shabbos, we gathered around in a large circle, armed with the papers and pens we needed to identify our greatest fears, wishes and deepest advice. We anonymously dropped the responses to each prompt in a large bowl and read each others out loud. So many of us struggle with the same worries. And yet, each one of us has her own. So we lifted our voices, put our arms around each other’s shoulders, and sang. Because sometimes, words are not quite enough.
FFW: Drum circle, led by our very own Zeissa. We collaborated to transform the noise in the room to that of a rain forest. Exchanged beats. And finally, naturally, gravitated towards a song–beats and voices blending in unexpected harmony.
And since a video just wouldn’t sound the same, wouldn’t capture the energy or the scent of fresh, rocky road brownies—-a photo will have to do.
Sunday dawned jittery and excited, the first of a final, incredible week at Bais Chana.
We packed up for our last Sunday trip in this camp and headed to a
(yes, that was a cliffhanger. Come on, read on. See what we did today. Let the view take your breath away.)
Chiseled into Minnesota’s Spirit Mountain, lives an alpine track.
We fastened our seat belts, took control of the pedals and sped off into the angled trees.
A coaster through forest, friends. Two words colliding in the most ideal way.
We ended our afternoon with a scenic lift overlooking classic Minnesotan beauty: Blue skies, thick trees, and a clear lake nestled among them.
Once home, Master Chefs Hard At Work: A Sushi Party.