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Sarah Margaret found the crew journal and opened it up to the page that listed everyone’s roles for the trip. I listened halfheartedly, not really caring about anything but what I was.

I was happy to hear that I was on self-care that day – it meant all I had to do was remind everyone to drink and make sure we took enough breaks. They didn’t have to worry about that. I made sure we took enough breaks whether I was on self-care or not.

Everyone jumped when out of the blue, lightning struck, the thunder quickly following it. We all realized that we were going to get wet soon, so we all pulled out our bowls and lined up to get our food.

The cooks dished it out as quickly as they could, but it wasn’t fast enough. Before they were halfway through the line, it started pouring. Like, the kind of rain that makes people say it’s raining cats and dogs.

Most people ran to get their rain gear, covering their food with their bodies. I was thankful that I had set my pack down under a tree – it gave me a little bit of shelter. It wasn’t enough to keep the rain off of me, but it definitely helped.

Everyone ate as quickly as they possibly could. Most of us were half dressed, only wearing half of our ducky suits, which meant that we were getting cold, really quickly.

The white spots are all the raindrops on the camera, which makes it kinda hard to see us. But this was us deciding what we were going to do. Everyone was listening to the thunder, counting. And counting. And doing more counting. I’m pretty sure that if the thunder got to 15 seconds after the lightning, we were going to have to go into “Lightning Drill”.

And no one wanted that.

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*Everything here is from my own memory and may not be correct. Outward Bound is not responsible for anything I post here. Thanks too NCOBS for letting me use their photos.*