As I reflect on the past season, there is one remark I can make with all confidence; it has been a full experience. Some nights feel like trench warfare, as I peer across the faces of my wearied colleagues, all doing their best to comfort a disgruntled camper, tame a wild class, or reassemble a decommissioned restroom. Other nights feel like being part of a big family. It has not ceased to amaze me how much the Lord has blessed us to be able to make meaningful connections with students, teachers, and parents who visit our grounds each week. One lesson especially stands out to me from these past 5 months. It is from an encounter I had with a young camper (let’s call him Oliver) during our weekly night hike. Every week, campers are taken on a night hike. During the hike the students will learn about nocturnal animal adaptations, however they also learn to overcome their fear with a solo hike at night. Mile High Pines is wonderfully secluded from the city lights. During our nighttime hikes, the darkness often limits our visibility to just three feet ahead. However, on certain nights, when the moon is full, the forest glows blue. It is beautiful, but for a city kid, it can be intimidating. It was during the solo part of the hike that I prepped the campers by letting them know they would walk a short section of the trail by themselves. Oliver was not pleased!