Dazed and semi-confused, I turn off my alarm at 5:30 on a Saturday morning. This is the day we’ve been anticipating, but it’s still hard to drag myself out of bed. As the students begin to arrive, I remember why this is all worth it. Our team has worked all year to develop deep relationships with each of these students, and now we are about to pile into these two buses to make the six-hour trip to camp. We arrive… we play, we sweat, we laugh, we cry. We take cold showers and sleep in sweaty bunks for far too few hours. Is it worth it?
