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So there was no last minute helicopter rescue, no “We’ve got a live pastor up here send in the dual prop.” Nothing like that. It turned out to be an incredible day, I met a lot of people actually stopped to talk, (I am chalking it up to taking the time to be sociable, not stopping to keep my legs from falling off.) However, Saturday night was interesting, lots of shuffling not really walking, and most of my communication was done in monosyllabic groans arrrr...oooo…etc. I have to admit there was this interesting sense of community. As people started arriving on the mountain itself, there was this buzz and energy while passing people (clarification: not me going faster “passing”, rather crossing paths). I think on days like that everyone gets a glimpse of Gods gift and grace in community. Everyone was on common task and purpose, both immediate (get to the top) and deeper (raise some money for Camp Horizon). We all had some shared struggle and suffering (some more than others, I wont mention any names, but one writes in a blog from time to time). There was also shared encouragement both verbal and supporting in sharing of goodies. It was a fascinating time. One of the greatest blessings was getting back to the parking seeing Troy, Terry and Bryce and getting met with food from Colleen. What and awesome surprise. And I didn’t even have to worried about the doughnut, chips, tube of lard that I consumed. Let see how many people we can rally up for next year!