Clear Creek
Rachel

I missed some journals when I was at clear creek, so I’m going to write about some stuff that happened while I was there. The first night is never fun. I remembered that from last year. We ended the day with a 3 _ hour blind hike. It was the worst thing mentally that I’d done in a long time. The separated out group and placed us by various trees. A voice told me to sit down and to stay. I was alone in the woods. I was so freaking scared out of my mind. I hate being alone in the dark. If you read about my worst fear you’d understand why. I sat there and started thinking about home, my parents, and my life. I lifted my blindfold to peek out to see where exactly where I was. I looked around at the trees, the depth of the woods and the darkness. I listen to people screaming out to be found by our group leader at the time. He is still far away from me. I almost started crying. Then as time passes, it feels like hours. I put my hood on because I was cold and lay my head on my knees. I started drifting off. I thought I had fallen asleep! Oh no. Was I really lost? Have they been searching for me? A million thoughts race through my mind. About 15 seconds later, “Here I am!” a big wave of relief came over me. I’m still being looked for. In the end, they never found me. I was told to follow a voice. It lead me back to my family. While there, we processed the communication and connection we were lacking. It was a good experience, but it didn’t help me at all with my fear of the dark.