Een eSbanee — Shh ore AT ee ee a 6 Terrace Review - _ Wednesday, h une 8, 1988 | It Came the Campground amma retainer ie east Yl aia B from Commentary by Stephanie Wiebe Mid-February, 1988. camp this spring. “Of course!”’ I reply enthusiastically. Wouldn’t any good mother do the same? I envision myself hap- pily singing around the campfire with my daughter and her co- Guides. May 1988. Thursday, 9 p.m. | read the notice about camp. “Any gitls found with food in their tents will be sent home, due to the potential for bears.’ Do I really want to go on this outing? Friday. 8 a.m. “‘Mom, we. have to pack.” Let’s see now, sleeping bag, pillow, flashlight, hunting knife, hand grenade... I wonder if there’s snakes. Would they notice if I brought a roll- away cot? Friday. 9 p.m. I’m a good mother. This will be a memory we'll always cherish. We'll say, ‘Remember the time...?”’ I am a good mother. I am calm. (Must remember the I.D. so that they'll be. able to identify my body), Saturday, 1:00 B.m. We arrive _ at the designated ‘site. It's out in the woods, far away from civilization. I look around for signs of wildlife. The Girl Guides fit that description —. they’re bouncing with joy. Even * the leaders seem content. I sud- denly realize that these girls will look to me as one of the adults responsible for their safety. A humbling thought. ; 5:00 p.m. There are twenty Guides and four adults. My five- girl patrol has planned menus, purchased supplies, and they prepare their own meals. We are having breaded chicken nuggets, charred over the campfire, with whole unpeeled carrots and some sort of mayonnaise dip. ' Interesting. After supper we will go on a hike. 7:00 p.m. Ten of the girls are hiking around a swampy. . lake. Another adult and I will sit -on large boulders with the re- maining Guides. We watch the troop on their escapade, as they scramble through bushes and My ‘daughter asks if I plan to accom- pany her Girl Guide pack to fall into mud. We are out in the woods, surrounded by trees. Our girls begin to sing, and I join in loudly with my screechy voice, (I’ve heard that bears will avoid noisy campers.). 10:30 p.m. The girls are settl- ing into their tents. My tent- mate and I get ready, too. She’s great, a bit apprehensive about the wildlife, as I am. We lay in our sleeping bags, reading, and soon I know by her breathing that she’s fallen asleep. I read a bit more, unsettled by the hard lumpy ground underneath. After a while, I turn out my flashlight, knowing I should fall asleep soon. I barely doze, when I hear a deep sport. My eyes pop open. I listen for another sound, but only hear the even breath of my tent-mate. No bear-like footsteps, no rustling in the bushes. I snuggle under the sleeping bag and stare into the dark. Another deep snort. Definite- ly a possible bear snort. I strain my ears, listening ‘for any hint of visiting bears, but hear only the wind. I look suspiciously toward my tent-mate, Could she be an intermittent snorer? 1 lay in the dark tent, eyes open wide, ears alert. Meanwhile, my bladder is feeling full. Yes, nature ‘is call- ing, but I refuse to answer. It’s cold; dark, and the outhouse is at least fifty feet away, across possible bear territory. And I’m still not sure about those snorts. The hard lumpy ground is pushing through my air mat- tress, pummeling. my legs as 1 curt up inside the sleeping bag. I’m cold, my legs ache, and I’m “afraid I may wet the bed. Somehow, I fall asleep. ‘Sunday, 9:00 a.m. We all sur- vived the night, and my patrol has expertly cooked a breakfast of dry scrambled eggs, burnt toast, and fragrant bacon. (I once read that frying bacon over a campfire is the best way to at- tract bears.) My legs ache. There’s lots to do today, in- cluding tent dismantling and continued on page 23 IF Vialt the Northern Motor: inn, for nightly oy entertainment. . (3686 Hwy. 16 East 635-6375 June 6-June 18 Tom Mohr . During a recent Native Awareness Day : a reporter and announcer for Northern Native radio studio is run. Wesley says the Terrace- or Saat eS ee re ree 2 cag t Clarence Michle! Schoo! William Wesley, a Broadcasting, showed Grade 4 students how a based Native Communications Society is will- ing to set up the demonsiration booth “in any school in any community” to make students aware of the work they do. Ride for Sight this weekend - Terrace area motorcyclists will be roaring off to Houston Saturday as the annual Ride for Sight gets underway. Organizers are expecting as many as 100 bikers to get involved in this year’s event, The Ride for Sight raises funds to research the causes and treatment of Retinitis Pigmen- tosa, a disorder responsible for impaired vision and blindness in more than 100,000 Canadians. Last year 216 B.C. motorcyclists collected $15,500, and this year the particpation is expected to oe If you wish to announce the birth of YOUR baby, available in the maternity ward at Mills Memorial Hospital, We will pick up your forms every week. double. Terrace Roadrunner club representative’ James “Gilham says the local contingent’ will _ride to Houston Saturday, where the Houston Motorcycle Club has arranged a day-long series of events including a mini-trades fair, motorcross and gymkhana rides, and an evening meal and dance. The riders return to Terrace on Sunday. The Northwestern Ride for Sight i is one of five taking place in B.C, Anyone interested in going along or making a dona- tion for the Retinitis Pigmentosa Foundation can call James Gilham at 635-9217. ee _ Melsack at 638-1974. please fill out the form \ The Kinsmen Club of Terrace meets the first and third Thursday of every month. For further info., call Steve GIESBRECHT = Gordon and Diana: are, pleased to san | nounce the birth of a baby girl, Jalmee Diane, weighing in ey at 9 Ib. 11 oz. on May 27, 1988. . VANDEVELDE — Rolf and Sharon are ‘pleased to an. -nounce the birth of Mikayla on May:18, 1988, weloning ® 8 | _ Ibs. "1 oz. —a sister to. 'yson and, Deseral.. - "FLOWERS A LA CARTED Member of AFS Wire Service 24-hour Phone ‘fa (604)635-4080 (a Skeena Mall