On the archery range our youth were kick on the draw as they remembered range rules and how to fire their bows. They did an awesome job hitting the targets. Next door to the archery range was a campfire pit where the youth practiced their story telling skills while waiting their turn on the archery range.
Walking by the lake you couldn't help but notice our youth in the canoes and listen to their communication skills. I would like to say they were saying things like what a wonderful experience they were having instead it was comments such as, "figure out backwards now before we hit the bank," and, "ummmm how do you suppose we are going to get back to the dock?" Not to worry, no one beached their canoe, or missed the dock when it came time to come in. It was just a little scary for the first time out there by themselves and they did great.
Horseback riding was involved, especially for first timers. Not only did our youth learn about caring for horses, but the beginning lessons in how to ride, and they rode. Some of our youth rode for the first time and had a blast!
Our Trekkers travelled to Pilot Mountain for an overnight event. They travelled by canoe down a river, repelled down rock walls and cooked their food over a campfire. According to one Trekker it was more than fun, it was a lot of fun. they made it back this afternoon in time to clean up for dinner. After the make your own tacos night it was time for the main event. Our 4-H dance.
Our youth had a ball dancing, playing outside, and enjoying sno-cones made by their L.I.T.'s. Our very own Dr. Demetrius Jacobs spun the tuned that ranged from things before my time until way after my time. The Youth danced their hearts out, played outside with balls and hula hoops and in general, had a ball.
The final campfire started out as a humdinger. However two songs in Mother Nature suggested a change in location. Thanks to thunder and lightening the youth then headed to the rec hall to finish their final campfire. As they said good night they headed back to the cabins for showers and to start packing. They were getting information from new friends so they could contact them when they get home.
It is bittersweet as we lay our heads down for the last night in our bunk beds. We will dream about coming home but be sad to leave all the fun and new friends we have made here. Stay tuned for tomorrow's post of coming home to Robeson County.
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