I love taking trips down memory lane and all of the talks of the drive to Chanco bring back my strongest memory....so, most people would know me as Evan's little sister...needless to say with being 5 years behind him, meeting all of his neat Chanco buddies, & hearing all of the great stories about mudslides, warm fuzzies, big group, small group, program, & "If you love me baby, smile"... I was VERY ready to attend Chanco, even was able to get in at 8 yrs old...I was 11 when I was FINALLY initiated into the Order of Chanco....There is something BIG in an Indian Night...the treck down the old cardiac hill...those huge steps, the awesome amphitheater...the lapping water of The James River...I remember logs that looked like full trees in the burn pit...the smell of that fire & Oooooohh the excitement...I really remember that "Children of the Corn" was like the scarry flick & I had heard that we would be dropped off in a corn field or something crazy....it makes me chuckle now....the whole build up was unbelievable...I was just so stoked to be there...the late night wake-up...a treat to be able to roam camp at those hours without getting into any trouble...I can still feel the blind fold for the van ride & Lea Riddle slept on my shoulder the whole trip, I think...hahaha...I remember hearing the corn shucks rustling by us & I can still feel the smile that ran across my face because though the destiny was uncertain, I had complete Faith & Trust in the staff & people at Chanco...I don't even know if they still do those same things now...I just remember the power that I felt...some may remember, we all had to do a good deed for the camp after our initiation...I remember still being tired from all of the excitment of the night before, but we set out to replace an old bridge in the back of the camp...It was nothing but mere boards that had been nailed into the ground...I vividly remember the first board being pulled up & someone saying "Be careful, that is nailside up!" Well, of course it took my clumpsy self about 1second to loose my balance(lack of sleep, maybe, hahaha) and before I knew it I was screaming..."It's in my foot!!!" Ooooohhh, though unbeknownst to me, Greg Willis was right behind me and caught me...I don't know how he did it, but I remember him supporting me and actually pulling my foot off of the board so that they could get me to the infirmary....Of course, it was a grueling day of sitting in some ER to get a tetanus shot, just in case...I remember getting back to camp, foot all bandaged, on crutches, though Thank God, the nail had gone right between my toes...I was offered to be able to go home, but there was NO WAY that I would have missed the Indian Night for my Order of Chanco...someone actually drove me down so that I wouldn't have to brave cardiac hill on crutches, though I would have regardless...this was one of those times in life where I found shear will & determination...I look back today & believe that this shows part of what God gives all of us...it's all just a question of whether we dig down deep enough to find it... I hope that this brings back some of those warm fuzzies for anyone else reading...Peace & Prayers To All....