Jeremiah was a bullfrog...

Everything I've ever known about the wilderness, every summer camp experience, every night hike - solo walk - camp out adventure, didn't prepare me for this.

I adhered to the rules of the La Selva guides: "drink plenty of water; your body isn't used to these conditions." They didn't, however, share how frequently I'd have to visit the bathroom. As a result, on our first night here, I was awakened in the middle of the night with a burning urge to go to the bathroom.

I emptied out my shoes, as instructed. I checked the room for bullet ants and other foreigners. As I grabbed the door knob I heard a call out in the wilderness that rattled my soul. It wasn't like anything I've ever heard or can adequately describe. It was like an owl met an African tribal leader and all of this swung on the echoes of a didgeridoo! I wasn't frightened. I was terrified.

I slowly let go of the knob and covered myself with every sheet in my cabin room. I figured, if I can't see it, it can't see me!

Luckily, I made it through - dry bed and all.

I haven't been afraid in nature since my first summer camp experience, summer of '93. Last night brought me back to a place of vulnerability that I don't like, but sometimes we must be reduced to our knees to see the beauty of the stars.

Jeremiah was a bullfrog...
But Kevin is a bit more like Indiana Jones.