![]() ![]() I was both excited and nervous about doing the ~Gut Buster~ course. Mr Phillips woke us up and gave us 5 minutes to get dressed before our first activity of the day, the ~Gut Buster~ The scents mixed together made a warming and familiar smell as if they were guiding us home through the tangle of wet trees. It smelt like pine trees and mud, not too wet, not too dry. It sounded like the slip slop of thousands of feet trekking through the cold slimy mud weighing us down and forcing us to walk slow. It felt like a dragon made of pure darkness and shadow was wrapping and coiling its large scaly body around us, occasionally brushing against us and pulling us away, our only anchor being the rope keeping us steady and on the right track. It looked like pure black darkness engulfing us in a pool of darkness, so dark yet so light. When we needed to think about our bodies as we held tightly onto the frayed damp ropes as we trekked through the cold forest at nighttime as our blindfolds made us all the more insecure. quickly we turned on our flashlights to find Mr Phillips was making the sound to give us a fright. ![]() ![]() Autumn screamed, some of us jumped and some clenched onto Liam. It sounded like someone yelling at the top of their lungs. Around us we heard toads, birds and trees rustling in the wind. On the night walk we were all taken to the forest by the parents and Mr Phillips. My feet got wet from the puddles that I stepped in. My class friends were trying to freak everyone out. Remember that time at camp when we all went on a night walk. But that relief was soon crushed when Mr Phillips barked at us to lift the log above our heads! So, we win but we get punished? Not fair! The feeling I felt when we crossed the finish line was relief. I was ready to give up but we continued pushing forwards on the last lap. The smell of pine trees was creeping up my nose. My ears were full of yelling and screaming as the teams encouraged each other. When I splashed through the muddy puddle, giving me a rush of adrenaline. My shoulders were screaming in protest as we dragged the log underneath the net. I could feel the mud squishing between my toes as I trudged through puddles with my teammates, the logs heavy in our hands. Remember that time at camp when our legs were covered in mud and our shoes were soaked right through to our now brown socks? When our arms were dying inside? Yup, during the Gut Buster!Įverywhere you looked there were tired yet determined faces. It was great to finally make it out to camp with our class after camps were postponed earlier in the year due to the Covid 19 Pandemic. By Grant Philips | Posted: Wednesday November 11, 2020 ![]()
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