“I enjoyed seeing all the opportunities they have for students”                                                     “I liked seeing where our $2,000 would go”

-Quinn Green, 8th Grade Leadership student                                                                                    -Mia Nordloff, 8th Grade Leadership student

A student from CMS shared the story of the domestic arts camping trip to Feiffer. 

These are her exact words except for some grammar fixes, and sentences changed for clarity. 

“Once the whole class got there, we set up camp for glamping and grabbed all our gear. We then played in the river, took pictures, had hot dogs and delicious smores.  Two of my friends got there later in the day, but when they did we all went to the river again and took showers. When we got back to the tent, all of us were falling asleep but we took a tour of everyone's tents. That night was miserable because I was wearing pj shorts and an off the shoulder shirt, and it was freezing outside! I barely slept. I got up to put on my big fluffy jacket and got up another time later because that didn't help and put on some flared leggings, which also didn't help. The next morning was more fun though, because my friend and I snuck over to where Isaak was sleeping OUTSIDE without a shirt! I froze with a coat and leggings on and here he looked as if he was overheated! Anyway, we failed in our attempt to spy on him because he saw us, so we ran away. Soon after, I sat by the fire and defrosted myself while eating yummy french toast, eggs, and sausages. After breakfast, we walked for a really long time to a gift shop and made up a song based on the Country Road tune. 

“Pfeiffer roadddd, take meee homeeee, to the placeee I belonggggg, Biggg Surrrrrr, Californiaaa Coastttttt, take meee homeeee, Pfeiffer roadddddd”

We stopped at a beautiful spot along the river. A friend and I even jumped off a log into the cold water!  We found another two friends playing a stick game on a tree over the river and so I joined them and layed out peacefully watching the river flow carrying the mother stick down it. Oh, by the way, Mr. Stadellie nicknamed me Mule/Old Betsy/Biscuit because a friend and I shared a backpack and I carried it for the first half of our walk. (He called my friend Slavemaster.) Then, we ate our sandwiches and walked back. We hiked all the way to the gorge, which was really fun. The water was so pretty! It was still really cold, so we layed against a really warm sunny rock. Then, we had “pho” which was actually more like udon soup because the noodles were thick but the soup was really good. For dessert, Mrs. Jeffries taught us how to make a banana split dessert where we put bananas in foil in the fire and topped them with whipped cream and chocolate chips which would’ve been good if we hadn’t cooked the bananas, which made them weird and mushy. Mr. Stadelli taught us this game called Blockhead too, which is like Jenga with different shaped blocks and whoever makes it fall everyone calls blockhead. That night, I layered all of the clothes I brought on top of each other, pants on top of pants, jackets on top of shirts on top of shirts. Even with all my layers, I was still cold and could not sleep through the entire night, though I slept much better than the night before. The next day we had our granola with chocolate chips which was really good. After that, we packed up our palace and packed up the kitchen area, loaded our stuff into the vans, and headed to Andrew Molera. Along the way, my friends and I all sang to songs in the car. It was super fun! When we got there, we hiked a mile to Andrew Molera beach. This was my least favorite part of the trip besides freezing at night. It was super windy, probably the windiest weather I’ve ever been in, and we could hardly eat our lunch without it blowing away. Some friends and I almost blew away. We walked, the rough sand piercing our legs and feet all the way to the river lake. It was so pretty and clear and a beautiful teal color but the weather made it miserable. My friend decided to wash the sand off her feet but when she went down into the river the sand was like quick sand and swallowed up her ankles. She panickingly tried to get out but toppled over into the river, fully clothed, and my other friend yanked her out. Then, she tripped and faceplanted into the sand. We were on the complete opposite side of the beach as the teachers, and Mr.Stadelli still came running after us with seaweed as if he was going to whip us… We didn’t actually expect him to do so, but when he did we sprinted as fast as we could. He was even yelling that the last one gets an extra whipping. My poor friend was wearing Birkenstocks and faceplanted again, while he yelled at her to get up. All of us were cold, wind blown and tired as we walked another mile back to the vans, but singing together all the way back to school made up for it. Overall, our camping trip was so much fun and I definitely look forward to going back.”