It was probably the best 2 weeks of my life, not because I'm a sucker for a good camping trip, or because I love being in a place where you can easily go skinny dipping, but because of the people I met there.
I will never forget loading up in that big van at BYU with a bunch of misfits, and waving goodbye to my family as we headed off to good ol' Idaho. "I'm surrounded by idiots" was pretty much all I thought for the entire 11 hours of that drive. But somewhere between climbing the grand Teton, and successfully navigating our raft past "The Point of No Return", we became best friends.
We ran from bears and got scraped knees together. We laughed and cried and always slept with our sleeping bags in a tight little circle.
We used sticks as spatulas, and went skinny dipping whenever necessary.
We hiked for 24 hours straight together, and swam in the "forever cursed" Allan Lake.
We repelled off the side of mountains, and wrote our Wills in the sand.
We hugged a lot, and threw rocks at each other even more.
We brushed our teeth as a team by the light of the moon and ALWAYS sang "Wild Montana" before bed.
These days I haven't really stayed in touch with my friends from Camp, but I learned a really important lesson when I was there.
I can make friends with anyone, ANYONE. And not just the "friendly, kind of, 'oh I tolerate them'" thing, like, LEGITIMATE FRIENDS. I hope I can always remember that lesson, cause if I never came to that realization, I would have missed out on knowing some really amazing people.
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