Memories from the Florida EvergladesBy Catherine Johnson, Maddie Miller, Ben Reynolds, and Max SelvaggioEach spring the ninth grade class headsdown to the Everglades National Parkfor a week of tent camping on the bayunder the stars, while exploring theunique ecosystems and wildlife of SouthFlorida. <strong>The</strong> Everglades is the only ecosystemof its kind in America, and weare fortunate to be able to study it upclose. <strong>The</strong> students get to see in personwhat they have studied in their biologyclasses, making this an invaluable educationallesson, while the adventures theyhave together during the week make thisa wonderful time for building relationshipsand community together.Here are reviews from four of the ninthgrade students.Madeline MillerI had never been camping, and I had certainlynever had any desire to do so. Notunlike many other reasonable people, Iassociated it with a slough of unpleasantthings: dirt, mosquitoes, tents, soggyclothes, greasy hair, and road trips. I wasnot so far off track in this hypothesis,however I had failed to foresee anythingbeyond the discomfort of such apparent“misfortunes,” namely the lessons theywould drill into my very body.I remember one night, when I sat witha close friend in our tent. After we hadvowed to keep the tent flap eternallyzipped shut (except for trafficking backand forth), it had quite slipped the mindof one poor soul to do so, and mosquitoesswarmed inside our sleeping bags asthickly as they did outside. As we learnedlater on (a little too late) one unzippedinch was enough to let in as many as sopleased. But as I sat there, slapping myselfall over, and probably doing more harmthan good, I realized that this was a physicalmanifestation of my everyday spirituallife: to open the door for sin only slightly,and to be bombarded by the magnitudeof its consequences was only too routinefor me. Sometimes, it takes the smallestand most aggravating of creatures to teachthe deepest lessons of the world.<strong>The</strong> dirt was not so awful, after all. Yes, ittoo was everywhere, but it was a constantreminder of the very thing from whichwe are made, and that we are dust, andto dust we shall return. As for the greasyhair and soggy clothes—they somehowconnected us to the natural world surroundingus, exposing the faults andfortes in ourselves and others, allowingus to focus on encouraging the good inour neighbor and reacting to the faultswith grace.Even though I thoroughly enjoyed ourtrip to the Everglades, I think that Godwas not so much seen in the apparentblessings and comforts of the trip, but inthe pre-deemed “troubles” and “discomforts,”because only they opened our eyesto the truth of human nature.Ben ReynoldsAround ten canoes moved swiftly (somemore than others) through miles ofmangrove, sawgrass, and periphyton.This warm Wednesday had begun witha breakfast of eggs and bacon beforeloading into several vans. We arrived atNine-Mile Pond early in the morningand boarded our canoes.Soon we were traveling through mangrovesfull of wildlife. <strong>The</strong>n came sawgrassand periphyton. As well as beingslimy, the periphyton slowed down thecanoes. Naturally, that is where we gotslightly lost. After finding our way again,we passed through many more areas ofmangroves and some more periphytonand sawgrass before finding open water.Some friendly competition ensued beforewe returned the canoes and headedback to camp. It was a great day on thewater.Max SelvaggioOn Thursday morning we all awoke excitedand ready for what our group believedwould be the best day of the trip.Page 18
We arrived early at the marina, ate a nice picnic lunch, andthen boarded the boat. We received our gear: wetsuit, snorkel,life vest, and dive fins. Next we arrived at our first reef.Everyone paired up and jumped in. It was a very calmingexperience to see all the fish and the ancient coral.About twenty minutes later, we boarded the boat again andheaded to our second destination. This second reef was older,so it was closer to the surface. We had to make sure that wewere extra careful and that we did not touch the coral. We allfinished and headed back to the marina. <strong>The</strong> snorkeling adventurewas a very pleasant ending to a great Everglades trip.Catherine JohnsonWhen we returned to our campsite most afternoons, we enjoyedsome free time before we gathered together again in theevenings to share a meal. We also went on several night hikes,roasted marshmallows to make s’mores, and sang hymns andsongs around the campfire.On Tuesday evening, Mr. Andreasen led us on a night hiketo Eco Pond. We hiked without flashlights, so we were surroundedby complete darkness. It was a walk by faith, “for wewalk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7). <strong>The</strong> hike wasan illustration of the Christian journey. <strong>The</strong>re are times whenwe can only see one step ahead of us, and we must trust thatGod will show us the way. We also need fellowship with otherChristians so that we can help and encourage one another.Without any artificial light, the beautiful stars were so brightin contrast to the darkness around us. Our other senses weresharpened. When we silently stopped beside the pond, weheard crickets in the trees, mosquitoes buzzing nearby, and anoccasional splash in the water.On the way back to our campsite on Thursday, after a dayof snorkeling, we stopped at Anhinga Trail to look for alligatorsat night. About halfway down the trail, standingon a boardwalk just a few feet above the water, we observedat least twelve alligators biting off reeds and small branches.<strong>The</strong>y then carried them in their mouths or on their backsto another area farther away from the boardwalk. No one,not even Mr. Andreasen, was quite certain what the alligatorswere doing, but they appeared to be building nests. Aswe continued along the path, shining our flashlights in thewater, we could see glowing, yellow-orange eyes moving offin the distance.I had not been looking forward to the Everglades trip; in fact,I had been dreading it. However, I found that it was notnearly as terrible as I had expected it to be. Of course, therewere the cold showers and the two hours of torture by mosquitoeson Tuesday night, but I was not eaten by an alligator,I did not drown on the snorkeling trip, and I did not see asingle snake!Photographs by Shelley Downward and Joshua MeyerPage 19