Day 3 met us bright and early. It was an early wake up call, but well worth it. After a nap in the van we awoke to the majestic dunes. Here’s how a few of the pilgrims described it:
“The great challenge is looming in front of us; the bright sun beating down. Mixed feelings soar through us: ‘Should I be worried? Will I be able to conquer these sandy warlocks? Yes I can!’ The climb is much more difficult than we expected. Reaching the top feels… exhilarating and… sandy. I feel as if I can see half the world. After a nice long rest at the peak we’re recharged and ready to descend. We kick start the descent with a BANG! And gracefully gallop down the dunes like a gazelle running from a cheetah. (Gee Wilikers, I’m speedy! I hope I don’t fall!) … Every once in a while a blind squirrel finds an acorn.”
After the dunes we stopped off at Zapata Falls, a majestic waterfall nestled in a cave. The water was frigid whoever we all braved frozen toes to witness the beauty; a few brave souls even took the plunge, submerging themselves in the icy water. “It was magical!” The day was very long so when we got back to the ranch everyone crashed.
The next day we took it easy, playing games, building the bonds of friendship (as you can tell from their playful description of the dunes) and resting from the strenuous day before. That evening we hike to the top of a ridge in Pueblo Mountain Park to watch the sun set in silence. “Be still and know that I am God.”-Psalm 46:10. But day five brought: Rafting! What more can you say? It was a perfect day, hot and sunny with cool water rushing beneath the boat. We rocked it through rapids and even got to surf some waves! Tomorrow we head back into Colorado Springs for out last day of fun and adventure, sealing our bonds of friendship.