and they all came tumbling down

Fall is bustling at camp. Between retreats, prep for retreats, building the tent platform, and doing necessary work around the property to ready it for winter, we each have our days full! But is there anything like a good ole tree drop? We have been dropping dead hemlocks like there's no tomorrow! This guy (the professional we call friend!) has been lending his skills and we couldn't be more grateful!

He's such an efficient worker that the guys helping to haul out what he was chopping down were hoping he'd decide to be done a lot sooner than he was! Things are safer and looking so much nicer with all the trees down. One tree that was sort of dreaded, but very necessary to come down is one that stood tall by cabins 1 and 2. With the winds we get throughout winter, there was fear of it coming down on one of these buildings. With Frank and his chainsaw (and his know-how!), they decided it was a good time to bring her down!

To ensure it fell the right way, the guys had a bright idea to help pull it with a rope! I wish I could have captured them running as the tree came down. Pulled muscles and escalated heart rates reminded them they made it out alive! (these are no spring chicks!) 


Though it's quite a bit of work after the drop, there's nothing quite like watching a tree fall, hearing the cracks, feeling the thump as years of growth tips over and shakes the earth. Quite an experience! There's plenty more where this came from! You want to experience it? We welcome any lumberjack wanna-bes! Come help us out sometime soon! (The food's good!)


Golf cart Since the day turned out to be sunny (what do those weather people know anyway?!) and my boy can't stand to be indoors when there's all kinds of things out of doors, we took to the road in a golf cart! Well, a camp road that is! Bouncing along the journey to "up top", Tegan has a story for everything we pass! Through our chatting I found myself being reminded of many different people.Whisper mountain burn pile :: the burn piles in waiting…carefully compiled by a recent group of teens!

Whisper mountain carpet ball:: the carpet ball games…passed on to us by a humble man and his group of teens!

Whisper mountain stumpless   :: the nearly stumpless ground…generously worked by a couple guys recently!

Whisper mountain tree felling   :: the tree still stretched across our stream from a work team last year!

Whisper mountain truck   :: ole blue…given most unexpectedly by a local business (A-4, thanks again!)

Whisper mountain signs   :: the signs posted all over…lovingly carved by one of our board members!

Each reminder I saw along the way (and there were more than I pictured here!) grew in me a deeper sense of awe and a swelling sense of humility! The awe because God orchestrates many people (most unexpectedly!) to somehow be involved in Whisper Mountain. Their mark is left and the heart they brought with them lingers, only adding to the experience of everyone that comes after them. The humility because God orchestrates a work so much bigger than us, bigger than our feeble attempts at leaving a mark! 

The greatest work that echoes in these mountains is the work of God in each of our hearts! I'm thankful we walk together along this trail! I'm thankful Tegan pulled me outside to be reminded!