The other activities were great, too. A rock cliff provided the drop-off for rappeling. There was a Western Village with a real log cabin and demonstration of pioneer life. The Indian village had tepees and a genuine Indian in costume to tell us stories. The Wagon Camp program was interrupted by "Indians" with water pistols. (Yes, they got us wet!) The Wilderness Sanctuary was built life-size by people from Maranatha. It had all the furniture and people dressed like priests to tell us about it. An actual sheep had been sacrificed. That made quite an impression on me; to think of killing a lamb when I sin! It helped me realize that Jesus is my Lamb. There was a bike course, a games area, a team challenge, a handicap awareness trail, a "John Hancock Trail" to the top of a bluff—and I can't remember what all else. The trips to the activities off the grounds were fun, too. We wished we could go to all of them, of course, but there just weren't enough days. We did go to Leadville for their "Boom Days" (like a fair, in their mining town, with burro races and all kinds of booths), to the Cooper Mountain Ski Area (where we
Lonna Whitney is a 12-year old Pathfinder from Brunswick, Maine. She kept a diary of her trip to Camp Hale and helped her mother, Corrie, write this article.
BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF THE FIRST-EVER NORTH AMERICAN DIVISION PATHFINDER CAMPOREE
Dear Heidi, How I wish you could have come with us to Camp Hale! It was a trip I will never forget as long as I live. Something to tell my grandkids about, I guess. The trip out there was tough. Try riding 2,300 miles in a school bus! But when we finally came over the last pass in those beautiful Colorado moutains and looked out over that valley, wow! The tents were spread out almost the whole length of the three-mile valley. Huge striped tents were for headquarters, ex- hibits, medical, food, store, et cetera. There were tents of every Corrie and Lonna Whitney, mother and daughter. Corrie is the color, shape, and size for the campers. It almost took my breath communication director for the Brunswick, Maine, church. She away there were so many! I began to realize a little more what assisted her daughter in writing the letter of the camporee to her the Children of Israel's camp must have looked like when they friend, Heidi. traveled to Caanan. Poor Moses! We set up our camp in the Northern New England section of the Atlantic Union's space. We were on the north edge of the camp, so we got our exercise going anywhere! A gigantic banner of rainbow colors marked the entrance to our union area. It was not only pretty, but also it helped us to find our way back to our part of camp after we'd been out for activities. Talking about activities! There were simply more things to do than we had time for. We packed in a lot, though! Our union leaders had made a super obstacle course. It was one of the two activities I liked best. There were all kinds of things to challenge us there from a rope swing over a creek to a high tower to glide down, suspended from a rope by a pulley with handles. It felt like f-l-y-i-n-g! My next favorite activity on the campground was the Mining Village. Whew! Somebody put a lot of work into that! There were stores with wooden fronts, a miner's cabin with a live burro beside it, a place to pan gold, an antique miner's train, and a crosscut saw where two of us could see how fast we could saw a log. The helpers were dressed in costume. It was fun to watch the real blacksmith at work, to talk to a man in the Wainwright Shop who restores old wagons, to examine the antiques in the Mercantile, gaze at the real gold, silver, and precious stones in the Assay Office, and sip sarsaparilla (like root beer) and listen to the player piano.
October 8, 1985, Vol. LXXXIV, No. 19. The Atlantic Union GLEANER (USPS 036-280) is published twice monthly by the Atlantic Union Conference of Seventh-day Adventists, 400 Main Street, South Lancaster, MA 01561. Printed by Atlantic Graphic Services, Inc., South Lancaster, MA 01561. Second-class postage paid at South Lancaster, MA. 01561. Annual subscription price, $6.00. POSTMASTER: Send address changes to Atlantic Union GLEANER, P.O. Box 1189, South Lancaster, MA 01561. rode up the mountain on the chair lift and hiked back down, what a view!), and on the Georgetown narrow-gauge railroad. There was a hike up Mt. Elbert (highest in Colorado), a trip to hot springs, white-water rafting, and trips to the Air Force Academy and to Denver. Back at camp there were all the exhibits, besides the activities I told you about, and honors to earn and things to buy. But the neatest of all was the people! I guess I never realized there were so many Pathfinders in the whole world! (And, of course, that wasn't even all the ones just from North America!) I met kids from California, Bermuda, Arizona and Florida; from Mississippi and Illinois, from Texas and Wyoming; from everywhere, it seemed! I found kids I'd known when I was little, in the South, and kids from my grand- ma's town in Washington state. Heidi, you'd have loved it! So MANY kids to meet! I even got to meet some of my mom's friends that I've heard about for years. Mom says that when I'm an adult, helping with was with her when she found Jeri and Vicki. You should have Pathfinders, maybe I can see you, like she did her friends there! I seen them! They hugged and cried and talked a blue streak— just like you and I will do when you get home at the end of the summer! I guess the adults thought that the people were the neatest part of Camporee, too. Oh, Heidi! There's so much to remember! I haven't even told you yet about the programs they had in the big field, with one of the Olympic "Diamond Vision" screens in front so everyone, even way at the back, could see. Those programs were super! I could write pages about just them. I think we all liked the laser light programs the best. Especially the one on creation. That one and the candlelight consecration program were the two our club liked most. There were bands and speakers—including Jesse Jackson and the Bill Cosby kids—there were gymnastic teams and skits. Even an air show over the valley on Sunday, and a wrestling bear. And, oh, so much more! But Sabbath was the best day of all. Everyone was in uniform. We marched to church like ants from a dozen anthills converg- ing on the arena. It made me feel all tingly to be part of that crowd of about 18,000 people, all headed for the same church service, all loving the same Lord, and all part of the best youth club in the world. I can't describe how it was, with the sound of so many marching feet, the music of the different clubs' drum and bugle corps, even our drum and bagpipes! The wind was snapping all the hundreds of flags and banners. Our Pathfinder leaders stood there in their uniforms watching us all assemble. I don't think I was the only tingly one. It was awesome! I saw adults with tears in their eyes. They said what adults usually say, but it really seemed true this time: we are the future of the church; we are the ones to march on into the Kingdom. Over 290 people were invested as Master Guides before church began. So many youth leaders promising to give their time to lead us! And church was just for us! The Children's Church Team from Pacific Union College had a skit showing the meaning of the sermon that Roger Bothwell preached. There's so much more to tell you! But when you get back, I'll dig out my pictures and we can talk for hours. It's all over now, but, believe me, no way will I ever forget! It was worth all the work to earn money, all the long hours on the bus, all the times we were almost too tired to move. And if they have another big Camporee in four years, I want to go! They said at Camp Hale that they want to have one at Banff, Canada. Maybe you and I can both be Pathfinder counselors and have our units camp together! Hurry back so I can tell you more! Love, ~; 1 Camporee '85! If obstacle courses, raft designing personalized weather patterns. trips and old mining villages didn't oc- The coin booth not only diplayed an im- cupy enough of the pathfinder's time and THE HONOR BOOTHS pressive collection, but each visitor the pathfinder was positive boredom received a Mexican peso and Canadian would soon strike, then it was time to in- By Jeanne Thomas penny to start their own collection. vestigate the honor midway located near Likewise, the stamp booth offered visitors camp headquarters. the opportunity to trade their stamps. Housed in three large canvas tents, the Wandering up and down the aisles, honor booths (one for each North one could sample some 100 percent New American Conference) provided path- York State Maple Syrup, learn to lash finders the opportunity of actually com- poles, challenge a computerized pleting or at least beginning an Adventist geography quiz and/or pet some sheep. Youth honor. For instance, Northern Yes, sheep. The Oklahoma Conference New England Conference presented sponsored a booth on Sheep Husbandry "Hiking," an exhibit with various complete with two ewes and three lambs, backpacking equipment, trail maps, a where pathfinders could pet at scheduled weekend menu and honor requirements. times and bottle-feed them. Boredom, if Obviously, the hiking honor could be a problem at all, was not present in the earned right then; however, an exhibit honor midway. In the words of one path- like Tandy Leather gave pathfinders the finder, "That was neat. I'm gonna go chance to complete their leathercraft back and do it again." honor in one sitting. Jeanne Thomas of Brunswick, Maine, is a Whether your interest lay in quilting, 1982 graduate of Pioneer Valley Academy rock-climbing or wind surfing, the honor and attended Andrews University 1983-84. most likely could be found. The weather She will graduate from Southern Adventist booth offered a computer program for College in May, 1985, with a major in nursing.
Rock-climbing— Wisconsin Conference
Sheep— Hector Ramos feeding the lamb, Kathy and Barney Lorenz on each side of lamb. Model Rocketry — Florida Conference.