Today was 35 degrees Celsius but felt like plus 48. On another note, I just ate my first hot tomali.
Shane
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Wolff
Hey everybody it's Jesse Wolff. I'm not from the efree church but i have been a part of the youth group for a couple a years now and im happy i have been. To be on this trip has been amazing! It was a long trip down here but it was alot of fun and good fellowship with the people who are this trip with me. we havent done a whole lot of work yet but i know that will change. I can't wait to do Gods work down here. well im not one for a whole lot of words so i think ill go. im sure you will be hearing from me later on so peace out! :)
Girl's View
Sarah and Annie here, coming to you from Carlinsville Southern Baptist Church. Being the only girls on the trip, we thought we should give you some intellectual insight on the trip so far.
Hmmm where to start... We stuck very close to each other and rode in Dale's van (which thankfully now has air conditioning). Very early on in the trip we realized that this van was no ordinary van. With the ability to survive Dale's swift and NASCAR like stunts, ie last minute turns and weaving in and out of traffic, we decided it was worthy of a name. Now came the next problem, finding a name that would encompass all aspects of the Van's awesomeness. After much debate the inhabitants of the van conjured up the name JB (which means Jumping Boy in french, or along those lines...). The name stuck and JB became as much apart of the team as each member.
During the night (in the mood for naming things and in sleep deprivation) we decided Shane's goatee was also in need of a name. We don't feel like explaining much of the back story (ask us in person, it's worth it) Steven came up with "The Woggle". In the morning, much to our disappointment, we discovered that Shane had shaved.
Friday consisted of running out of gas on the interstate, borrowing some (gas) from a woman who had no idea where or what Saskatchewan was, jamming out to Dale's ipod and finally buying bulk wedges, wings and potato salad from walmart and eating it in a baseball field at an overturned rain barrel. The salad allowed us to bond as we put it in the middle of the barrel and each took forkfulls with our forks. We then proceeded to lock a poor soul in the porta potty by parking JB infront of the door.
Well thats all for now, folks - enjoy your non-humid weather and showers with pressure.
Hmmm where to start... We stuck very close to each other and rode in Dale's van (which thankfully now has air conditioning). Very early on in the trip we realized that this van was no ordinary van. With the ability to survive Dale's swift and NASCAR like stunts, ie last minute turns and weaving in and out of traffic, we decided it was worthy of a name. Now came the next problem, finding a name that would encompass all aspects of the Van's awesomeness. After much debate the inhabitants of the van conjured up the name JB (which means Jumping Boy in french, or along those lines...). The name stuck and JB became as much apart of the team as each member.
During the night (in the mood for naming things and in sleep deprivation) we decided Shane's goatee was also in need of a name. We don't feel like explaining much of the back story (ask us in person, it's worth it) Steven came up with "The Woggle". In the morning, much to our disappointment, we discovered that Shane had shaved.
Friday consisted of running out of gas on the interstate, borrowing some (gas) from a woman who had no idea where or what Saskatchewan was, jamming out to Dale's ipod and finally buying bulk wedges, wings and potato salad from walmart and eating it in a baseball field at an overturned rain barrel. The salad allowed us to bond as we put it in the middle of the barrel and each took forkfulls with our forks. We then proceeded to lock a poor soul in the porta potty by parking JB infront of the door.
Well thats all for now, folks - enjoy your non-humid weather and showers with pressure.
Blog Day One
The entire trip so far is awesome! First, we spent about a solid twelve hours driving from Meadow until the border, laughing, talking, wrestling, reading, and looking for places to sleep in a semi-crowded van.
It's amazing how hilly the landscape gets the farther south you go. We saw an amazing valley along the way enclosing a large grassy clearing, and a lot of different scenery until we arrived at the border where it started to get interesting. People began whispered jokingly about things not to say around the border police, and some grew visibily agitated about the scrutiny we were about to endure.
I was travelling with Shane in the rental van while the others were in Dale's green van. As we drove to talk to the first border guard the first question was relatively innocent. "Okay sir, what is your name?" The border guard asked and Shane replied calmly, "Shane Schiele." to which the border guard suspiciously began to size him up. "We know some Schieles around here."
The next few moments were somewhat awkward from then on as we were told to go park ahead and wait for further instructions. We pulled ahead and several minutes later we were told to exit the van, bring all the money we had with us and go inside. So we all went inside as Shane was left waiting with the van to be asked more questions while the van was searched.
People began to get frustrated by me by this point because they realized I was legitamately relaxed and cheerful among the stern faced and menacing border guards. I would ask questions to the guards as one by one, the others were detained and asked a variety of questions one on one to make sure everybody's stories matched up. Being one of the last ones chosen to be grilled, I was not at all nervous.
I was brought through a seemingly pointless doorway to a room where there was a grey haired interrogator and a man sitting directly behind, I assume, to analyze my responses, and I assume to make sure I wasn't doing anything suspicious by way of my body language. I was asked what my name was, where we were travelling to, how long we planned on staying, if there were any firearms I knew of inside the van, and if we were planning any side trips. After everything was said and done and I said goodbye to my interrogator, I met up with the rest of the group to watch them giggle nervously, and wait until we were released to continue the rest of the drive to Carlinville.
TO BE CONTINUED ....
It's amazing how hilly the landscape gets the farther south you go. We saw an amazing valley along the way enclosing a large grassy clearing, and a lot of different scenery until we arrived at the border where it started to get interesting. People began whispered jokingly about things not to say around the border police, and some grew visibily agitated about the scrutiny we were about to endure.
I was travelling with Shane in the rental van while the others were in Dale's green van. As we drove to talk to the first border guard the first question was relatively innocent. "Okay sir, what is your name?" The border guard asked and Shane replied calmly, "Shane Schiele." to which the border guard suspiciously began to size him up. "We know some Schieles around here."
The next few moments were somewhat awkward from then on as we were told to go park ahead and wait for further instructions. We pulled ahead and several minutes later we were told to exit the van, bring all the money we had with us and go inside. So we all went inside as Shane was left waiting with the van to be asked more questions while the van was searched.
People began to get frustrated by me by this point because they realized I was legitamately relaxed and cheerful among the stern faced and menacing border guards. I would ask questions to the guards as one by one, the others were detained and asked a variety of questions one on one to make sure everybody's stories matched up. Being one of the last ones chosen to be grilled, I was not at all nervous.
I was brought through a seemingly pointless doorway to a room where there was a grey haired interrogator and a man sitting directly behind, I assume, to analyze my responses, and I assume to make sure I wasn't doing anything suspicious by way of my body language. I was asked what my name was, where we were travelling to, how long we planned on staying, if there were any firearms I knew of inside the van, and if we were planning any side trips. After everything was said and done and I said goodbye to my interrogator, I met up with the rest of the group to watch them giggle nervously, and wait until we were released to continue the rest of the drive to Carlinville.
TO BE CONTINUED ....
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