The Last Frontier #7 2


Pilgrims
I hope this letter find you well. As for me, I just returned from Anchorage on very turbulent 20 minute flight over the Cook Inlet. Why in Anchorage? Why not drive 3 hours along the most beautiful roadside mountains in our country? Do I do anything other than play? For answers to all this and more keep reading

The Short:

  • We did the leadership trek. 26 miles through Crow Pass to the Eagle River Nature Center
  • I only have 14 days left before I return to the reality of Texas Heat
  • We moved Movie Night to this Thursday
  • I have been around more Texas in the last few weeks than Alaskans. Same goes for college students.

Alaska Facts:

  • Our pastor named his fishing boat The Word (as suggested by our church secretary). Now, when he goes fishing, he can tell people that he’s busy in The Word twice a week.
  • Alaskans are extreme! Remember that race up and down a 3000 ft mountain? Well, Saturday about 80 people ran the same 26 mile trail we took 2.5 days to hike. They call it a marathon. I call it extended suicide.

Crow Pass
Almost immediately after sending last week’s e-mail, I found out that my SUPERvisor Brenda Crim, wanted me to help her do a trial run for her leadership hike. The catch was I had to find a way to Anchorage and rearrange our youth schedule in 4 days. Somehow I got there, and 11 hikers, ranging from 20-50+, from novice to experienced, set out an excursion through Crow Pass and later along Eagle River with two troublesome, yet likable dogs. 3 days, 2 nights, and 26 miles later, we arrived at the Nature Center greeted by the remaining members of a mission team from Longview, TX. Our story will be told, but this is neither the time nor the place. Instead I’ll give you just a teaser from quite possibly one of the 5 scariest moments of my life.

It was mile 13. Even from mile 1, it was always mile 13 that scared me. No, bears were not the major worry at mile 13; it was not an uphill battle scaling thousands of feet high. Eagle River was it’s name and crossing thigh-high glacial waters was the game. Within 5 steps my hands started to shake, 5 more thoughts of death. Each step death continued to sting my legs to numbness. Then, I looked up to find Whit, an Alaskan born friend with dreams of becoming a professional hockey player. When Whit and I locked eyes, I realized I was no longer going at it alone. What a change – from fear to confidence. When I reached the shore, my legs were literally a different color, but my heart remained warmed by the fellowship of 11 hikers and 2 dogs half way through with a journey worth telling.


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