April was a treacherous month, wading through the waist deep virtual muck and mud in my hip waders, trying to find my way through the murky water, watching out for quick sand, having been warned beforehand.
Making it to camp was the easy part. All I had to do was register and show up for the full 30 days. Camp was so welcoming with my cabin mates’ happy faces to say hello and offer friendship (although 2 or 3 of them were rather quiet and shy – I totally get that, by the way), late nights with camp fire songs, ghost stories, s’mores, wine and cheese, the whole bit. I even made some friends from other cabins.
Early mornings, starting usually at 230 and 3am, consisted of gallons of hot coffee, heavy cream and sugar, and handheld breakfasts such as granola bars and peanuts, since we ate on the hiking trail, and needed quick and easily accessible energy.
Many of those days, I made it through long hours of hiking uphill, through rocks, brush, the murky water I told you about (careful to avoid the quick sand of writer’s block). And a few of those hiking days, I reached a point where I had to rock climb, and since I didn’t bring my climbing nor repelling gear, I scrambled, which is how I prefer to rock climb anyway, plus I had my handy dandy hiking boots and my trusty gloves, so I didn’t have too much of a problem. The biggest threat was the height of a few of those rocks. We are talking mountains, people! I became exhausted at how far I had to go just to get back to camp and thank heavens I brought my flashlight, since some of those days, I didn’t get back till after dark, but then I left in the wee hours, so I had my flashlight at the beginning of the trek anyway.
30 days of hiking, climbing, wading, guzzling wine, sipping hot cocoa, living on cheese, peanuts, granola bars, s’mores, canned beans and the like, I was ready to be done and get home. Some of that might sound good to you, but when you are hungry for a real meal, and sleep deprived, ya ain’t happy! I counted on my friends to get me through. I had friends and family back home cheering me on, new found friends at camp, and a friend of mine that joined me there at camp, who lives across the pond. We encouraged and supported one another. We shared. We laughed. We cried. We drank heavily (coffee in the a.m., wine in the p.m.), and we retired when we could not keep our eyes open one minute longer, try as we might. Our slumber was our most treasured restful activity, as we did not have much rest during these crazy days.
And together, we made it through to the end. Some of our cabin mates decided to skip out early and go home. I’m guessing the pressure got to be too much. I feel sad for them, since even after all the sweat, blisters, hunger, bug bites, spotting bears and mountain lions, bruises, exhaustion and sleep deprivation, we made it successfully through to the end. We saw each other through. Maybe not as long-lasting as Survivor, I’m tellin’ ya, Camp NaNoWriMo ain’t no joke. It ain’t for the wimpy, but if you ever need a lesson in follow-through, which I did, since I usually suck at it, Camp NaNoWriMo or the regular NaNoWriMo is definitely for you, if you are a writer at heart.
Goal: 50,000 words. Finish Line: 50,229 words. We did it! And congrats to my beloved friends, Gerry (went with me to camp), and Lynn (one of my cabin mates), whom I joined at that finish line! Ready to go again in July? Om, yeah, I may have to think on that one. Maybe November. Maybe.
As far as everything else going on, A LOT! Sorry to always be late about posting and totally slacking in the month of April with hardly posting at all. At least I’m updating this, but I still need to update my 101 list, prayer requests, other goings on, and I’ll try to get to all that this weekend. Only so many hours in a day, and a lot is going on, so hang tight.
I hope and trust all of you are well. I’ve really been missin’ y’all. How ’bout we make plans to have coffee or I can put on a kettle for tea and we can sit a spell and catch up, maybe this weekend? Sunday perhaps? Come on over. We can sit in the porch swing or rockin’ chairs and talk all about it. Whatcha say?
Love ya! Catcha Sunday! ;)
Oh, and that is one my newest pseudonyms, ‘C. S. Blake’. And om, in case I wasn’t clear, this was a virtual camp. Camping through the computer.