So I went camping this past weekend. It was great! Jimmy, Matt, Eric, Karen, Leslie, and I headed out Saturday morning. We drove three hours West to the Mississippi Palisades where we hiked trails. Later we got down our canoes and started out on the Mississippi River. We eventually found an island, where we set up camp and ate hobo dinners. For those who don't know, a hobo dinner consists of potato, carrots, bell peppers, celery, raw onion, sausage, and cheese. The catch is that you chew up all your food and then spit it back out in the tin foil pouch. After half an hour of chew-and-spit, you rap everything up and place it in he fire. The saliva helps cook the food. It is arguably the tastiest meal you will ever have. YUM! Later that night we shared stories and struggles about life, school, and God. The conversation was rich. With ages raging from sophomore to grad student, everyone had their own perspective. It was sweet. Before going, I didn't know Karin or Leslie at all. By the end, I was amazed at the fellowship you can find in a stranger. It seems like we knew each other for a lot longer. We slept out under the stars, and woke up to fog that blanketed the whole island.



God is good.