Dream Trail(Camp Innisfree) LbNA #56167
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | May 16, 2010 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Howell |
| County: | Livingston |
| State: | Michigan |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | kar9  |
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| Found by: | Not yet found! |
| Last found: | N/A |
| Last edited: | May 16, 2010 |
*IMPORTANT*
Abby Wattenberg works at Camp Innisfree. Please email her 7 days in advance and let her know that you are wanting to have access to the trails.
AWattenberg@gssem.org
Start: Dogwood Hill
End: Southwestern end of camp
Approx. Time: 30-40 minutes
Level of Difficulty: Hard
Compass is required
After a long hard day at the ropes course, we came back to Dogwood Hill for an afternoon nap. We quickly fell asleep in our bunk beds, slipping into a dream. Suddenly, we found ourselves sleepwalking down the hill in a dreamlike state. We noticed a red-marked pole at the bottom of Dogwood Hill and headed in a southeasterly direction from there. We came to a 3-way intersection, but continued floating away in a forward direction. We noticed the water to our left and imagined swans floating gracefully on the surface of the water, followed by their four young signets. Ignoring a turn to the south, we came to a fork in the road and traveled the way of the shower of star dust. Suddenly we noticed tiki warriors dancing around a fire pit. We joined them in a conga line around the fire pit. Tiring only slightly, we found ourselves drifting towards the scent of a flowering orange grove. As we entered the trees, we traveled to the west. To the north of us was a deep gulley, but we weren’t afraid of falling down the hill, because we were accompanied by our Tiki Warriors. As we approached the American Elm, it came to life and led us to a big bowl of Black Cherries. Suddenly, a Dogwood started barking at us, and we ran into an overgrown area of the trail. Still in our ethereal state, we maintained our south-south westerly direction. We pranced through the overgrowth and came upon the Tree of Heaven. Surrounded by the safety of our army of warriors, we kept fighting through the green until our noses caught the scent of olives wafting over us in the autumn air from our left. We came upon a stately Red Oak tree with leaves whistling in the wind. Our path led us to discover the still-standing ghost of the forest, an old, dead tree, off to our right. With the open meadow in sight, we knew our dream would soon come to an end. We paid our respects to the ghostly king. Bowing at its feet, we found an unexpected treasure. The excitement of our find shook the sleep from our heads. As we awakened from our dream, we found that we had sleepwalked all the way to Merry Meadows. From there, we headed east through the meadow and traveled the road home.
Abby Wattenberg works at Camp Innisfree. Please email her 7 days in advance and let her know that you are wanting to have access to the trails.
AWattenberg@gssem.org
Start: Dogwood Hill
End: Southwestern end of camp
Approx. Time: 30-40 minutes
Level of Difficulty: Hard
Compass is required
After a long hard day at the ropes course, we came back to Dogwood Hill for an afternoon nap. We quickly fell asleep in our bunk beds, slipping into a dream. Suddenly, we found ourselves sleepwalking down the hill in a dreamlike state. We noticed a red-marked pole at the bottom of Dogwood Hill and headed in a southeasterly direction from there. We came to a 3-way intersection, but continued floating away in a forward direction. We noticed the water to our left and imagined swans floating gracefully on the surface of the water, followed by their four young signets. Ignoring a turn to the south, we came to a fork in the road and traveled the way of the shower of star dust. Suddenly we noticed tiki warriors dancing around a fire pit. We joined them in a conga line around the fire pit. Tiring only slightly, we found ourselves drifting towards the scent of a flowering orange grove. As we entered the trees, we traveled to the west. To the north of us was a deep gulley, but we weren’t afraid of falling down the hill, because we were accompanied by our Tiki Warriors. As we approached the American Elm, it came to life and led us to a big bowl of Black Cherries. Suddenly, a Dogwood started barking at us, and we ran into an overgrown area of the trail. Still in our ethereal state, we maintained our south-south westerly direction. We pranced through the overgrowth and came upon the Tree of Heaven. Surrounded by the safety of our army of warriors, we kept fighting through the green until our noses caught the scent of olives wafting over us in the autumn air from our left. We came upon a stately Red Oak tree with leaves whistling in the wind. Our path led us to discover the still-standing ghost of the forest, an old, dead tree, off to our right. With the open meadow in sight, we knew our dream would soon come to an end. We paid our respects to the ghostly king. Bowing at its feet, we found an unexpected treasure. The excitement of our find shook the sleep from our heads. As we awakened from our dream, we found that we had sleepwalked all the way to Merry Meadows. From there, we headed east through the meadow and traveled the road home.