In The eye of the Storm . . .
. . . You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
Getting our face sandblasted under the sun wasn't fun, but the camp will go on. Rain shine or . . . wind!
The local kids had no problem with it — they're used to it, and so did we.
While we had fun with shooting drills and team activities on basketball court, Arts & crafts camp were a little interesting. Things kept flying around, and it looked like we're playing catch instead of crafting any artworks.
The wind turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Being a pioneer team, first time ever we had partnership in hosting these kind of camp, it's natural that all parties still testing things out and a little unsure how things work. Nothing bad or anything, it just comes with the territory.
When the locals saw how we stood our ground, that's when we score a major points in earning their trust.
The sandstorm may only lasted for a day as we had normal summer-in-Arizona-desert weather on Tuesday and beyond.
On the other hand, we were facing different kind of storms.
Out of 5 days of camp, we were only full team on the first day.
We always have team members down because of physical ailments.
Glad I took our team picture right of the bat on Monday, truth be told, there were no other opportunity for me as team photographer to do that.
One day one of the younger team member went down with stomach bug, as a result we're 2 man short — as this kid is a minor, one of their parent has to stay with them at the hotel.
The next day, one of the lady had to run to Urgent care. She's fine, more of a precaution, but we ended up 3 man short that day for the first couple of hours.
The interesting dynamics behind this is that we have a “buddy system” but we couldn't spare any of the ladies to go with her, because these ladies are assigned to run the craft tables, and box managements (making sure all the tools and supplies comes from and stored to the proper boxes). However, due to our team covenant — members of opposite sex can't ride together unless they're married to each other — we have to send 2 guys with her.
Interestingly enough, as she was filling out paperwork in the hospital, one of the admins recognize our blue shirts, and said “oh hey, we recognize you guys (from the blue shirts they were wearing — words travel fast), thank you so much for all you do for our kids, we really appreciate it” and many of her co-workers also nodded and saying the same thing.
God never waste a hurt. In this case, a trip to urgent care gave us a better idea of how the locals think of our team and what we do. Being a first trip to this site, that's a very valuable intel.
Some other days, we have people down due to various other things. Not counting a few others suffering from bleeding nose to chaffing lips and light headeaches.
Perhaps standing our ground in that storm knock some wind out of some of us, maybe it's adjusting to the climate after a long journey, or lack of rest from getting up earlier than usual in the morning to changing atmosphere.
Me and my roomate has different preference, he likes it warm, I like it cold (granted, we're in the middle of Arizona desert, haha). He's a morning person who likes to get up before the rooster crows, and I had to work late managing and printing the photos . . .
Somehow we made it work, both of us stayed healthy, got just enough rest to get going and remain buddies 3 years later . . . went on to 2 more trips together after Tuba City. We no longer rooming together, but we've always been traveling together.
In the eye of the storm . . .
This is our anthem for our trip to Tuba City in 2017.
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me
In the eye of the storm
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’Twas monday, day one of camp, third day of our trip.
The wind were blowing at 29 miles/hour, while we were in a park in the middle of town, high desert climate, almost 5,000 ft elevation. We found ourself in the middle of a sandstorm . . .
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I Came Prepared
One of the few photos of me in this trip. As team photographer, I'm usually found behind the camera.
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Getting our face sandblasted under the sun wasn't fun, but the camp will go on. Rain shine or . . . wind!
The local kids had no problem with it — they're used to it, and so did we.
While we had fun with shooting drills and team activities on basketball court, Arts & crafts camp were a little interesting. Things kept flying around, and it looked like we're playing catch instead of crafting any artworks.
The wind turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Being a pioneer team, first time ever we had partnership in hosting these kind of camp, it's natural that all parties still testing things out and a little unsure how things work. Nothing bad or anything, it just comes with the territory.
When the locals saw how we stood our ground, that's when we score a major points in earning their trust.
The sandstorm may only lasted for a day as we had normal summer-in-Arizona-desert weather on Tuesday and beyond.
On the other hand, we were facing different kind of storms.
Out of 5 days of camp, we were only full team on the first day.
We always have team members down because of physical ailments.
Glad I took our team picture right of the bat on Monday, truth be told, there were no other opportunity for me as team photographer to do that.
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Team California
A.K.A. The Smurfs
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One day one of the younger team member went down with stomach bug, as a result we're 2 man short — as this kid is a minor, one of their parent has to stay with them at the hotel.
The next day, one of the lady had to run to Urgent care. She's fine, more of a precaution, but we ended up 3 man short that day for the first couple of hours.
The interesting dynamics behind this is that we have a “buddy system” but we couldn't spare any of the ladies to go with her, because these ladies are assigned to run the craft tables, and box managements (making sure all the tools and supplies comes from and stored to the proper boxes). However, due to our team covenant — members of opposite sex can't ride together unless they're married to each other — we have to send 2 guys with her.
Interestingly enough, as she was filling out paperwork in the hospital, one of the admins recognize our blue shirts, and said “oh hey, we recognize you guys (from the blue shirts they were wearing — words travel fast), thank you so much for all you do for our kids, we really appreciate it” and many of her co-workers also nodded and saying the same thing.
God never waste a hurt. In this case, a trip to urgent care gave us a better idea of how the locals think of our team and what we do. Being a first trip to this site, that's a very valuable intel.
Some other days, we have people down due to various other things. Not counting a few others suffering from bleeding nose to chaffing lips and light headeaches.
Perhaps standing our ground in that storm knock some wind out of some of us, maybe it's adjusting to the climate after a long journey, or lack of rest from getting up earlier than usual in the morning to changing atmosphere.
Me and my roomate has different preference, he likes it warm, I like it cold (granted, we're in the middle of Arizona desert, haha). He's a morning person who likes to get up before the rooster crows, and I had to work late managing and printing the photos . . .
Somehow we made it work, both of us stayed healthy, got just enough rest to get going and remain buddies 3 years later . . . went on to 2 more trips together after Tuba City. We no longer rooming together, but we've always been traveling together.
In the eye of the storm . . .
This is our anthem for our trip to Tuba City in 2017.
