Years ago, when our son was only two years old, my husband and I took him camping in northern Maine. Things I remember about that trip to South Branch Pond in Baxter State Park:
1. We had just finished a week of Vacation Bible School and Blaine repeatedly sang one of the songs.
2. That was the trip I taught Blaine how to look for and recognize a trail blaze.
3. How impressed I was to see a woman camping alone. I thought then, and still today, that it takes a strong woman to camp by herself.
As the years rolled by, this impression remained in the back of my mind. I often told various female friends that I would love to go on a canoe or camping trip with a group of hand-picked women. To me, that would be empowering.
This past spring, a young friend of mine shared that she had never been tent camping. I offered to take her. We spent one night at a state park and had a great time, rain and all. Admittedly, a couple of months went by before I realized what had happened: big changes had taken place, not only in the camping event, but also in me. I had become that vision I had of a strong woman! When did that happen?
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