retreat?

Once or twice a year, a group of friends and I have a "scrapbooking" retreat. This time we went to a cabin in Heber City. We used to all scrapbook but this time 1 crocheted, 2 made beaded watchbands, 1 quilted and the rest of us scrapped.

This year I would also use the term "retreat" loosely. It was a wonderful getaway from the daily routines and stresses. We escaped most phone calls, laundry, nagging to practice the piano, chauffeuring, etc. We enjoyed a couple DVDs, saw New Moon (more on that later), ate well (too well), laughed, built each other's self-esteem, and shared secrets.

However, we did experience a little bit of "pioneering". The well pipes had gotten holes since our last visit and we had NO water. Julie threw rocks at the ice over the creek until she got a hole big enough that we could extract water. We made numerous trips to and from the creek hauling water so we could force flush the toilets. In the middle of the retreat, we made a trip to the local health club so we could shower (we didn't want to scare off fellow theater-goers on opening day of New Moon).

I was actually rather proud of our ruggedness.

I chalk the whole experience up as an adventure and the retreat was worth every trip to the creek! I'd go back again tomorrow.