Pictures from the Road

We fit guitars, sound system, merch, suitcases, bedding for three people, three people, and over 20 Thomas the Train toy engines in Marty's Jeep. We broke the trip with an over-night stay in Columbia, Missouri, then were welcomed to St. Joseph by the Klundt Family. Rachel fit right in.

She also found her place on stage. I had her hide in the choir loft while her Daddy and I led worship at Rosendale C.C. She would much prefer to hold onto my leg while I play bass. Hiding in the choir loft is progress, believe me.

Sunday afternoon we were off to Mission Lake Christian Camp. We had the luxurious "Cabin 4" this year. If I had to estimate the number of dead lady bugs that had to be cleaned out before we could unpack I would guess over 10,000. Not kidding. But, here it is once we were all moved in.  

We have a lot of dear friends in the Christian Churches in northwest Missouri and eastern Kansas. Marty has been involved with these great people for about 15 years, I think. I've only been on the scene since 2005. Here is one of Marty's best friends, and one of the most fun people I've ever met: Kyle

That's Marty and the evening worship team. I played bass during the morning worship services and during Marty's concert. It was 97 degrees during the concert. The chapel is not air conditioned. I've never drank so much Gatorade in my life.

This week of camp was Senior High students. Since Marty and I had a family of our own we no longer serve as "family group leaders". This enables us to rehearse and play music and to attend to our child. Unfortunately, this also means we no longer really know the kids. The kids we used to know are grown (it happens SO fast) and many are now staff. So, our camp experience was a good one, but mostly about worshiping God through music and enjoying the fellowship of the staff.

We also enjoyed the skunk under our cabin. I don't have a picture of the skunk, but if you want a glimpse of the experience get an old car tire, light it on fire, throw some hair into the fire and take a deep breath.

There was also something dead within the chapel wall one day. Yet, none of this compared to the aroma of the girls' cabin. I don't get it. Maybe they should make Axe for girls. The boys pour on three liters of it.

Here are some more pictures, most of which only make sense if you were there:

We love you Mission Lake.
Lord willing, we will see ya next year!