Climbed a Mountain

Okay this is a late post but I thought it might me time to rcall it:

I climbed a mountain today. Really! Chandler Mountain at Camp Sumtanga, a place of rest and vision. It has been years since I last scaled the natural trail (old creekbed) up to the Cross and the Chapel. I had a brilliant weekend at my old stomping grounds in Gallant, Alabama.
The weekend began with me and my traveling companion looking for a place to park at the new Sumatanga conference center and I "invented" a few new roads before finding a good place. We sang and sang some parodies at a choir retreat, then went back home only to return the next morning. (I will skip these details as they only effect a few people.) Upon returning the next morning and completing our scheduled practices, LMS and I decided to take a walk. . . a long walk up a mountain. It had rained a bit the night before and it was a slippery slide up. We hung on to trees and rocks or whatever kept us from falling on our asses. I reminded me of a few trips taken climbing up Dunn's River Falls in Jamaica, but without the bruises. (I hear frozen strawberries are good for that.) After reaching the summit we danced the much loved "Buttercup" high atop chandler mountain. After contemplating the pain of falling from the top we made our way down. Stopping by the old Pool Camp to see the "God is Nigh" sign and look at the old rooms near the assembly hall.
Several weeks later I thought about the assembly hall via a page called givebacktocamp.com. I hope those of you who lived most of their life at Sumatanga you will give back whatever you can. The group is trying to rebuild a rotting stage and light booth and audio booth. Nothing fancy I mind you. Just what Camp always had, simple. But still sturdy enough so as nobody dies. GiveBackToCamp.com Not looking for cash (although that's helpful) but time and prayers. Much thanks.
mdg