i choraled 2 ladies that i once shared a high school with...along with our husbands, kids, SUVs, and everything under the sun we were able to make use of within that 24-hour period. that's right- it was hardly a full day (22 hours to be exact) of separating ourselves from suburbia, technology, and naysayers...but we bonded over every ounce that we had in common: all from guam, girls that shared a uniform and a school campus, kids that were uprooted from the island we will forever call home.
it would be easy to assume that growing up on guam would instantly make me an outdoor-savvy and adventure-seeking girl scout. but you could also easily argue that i would never be the first person eager to conquer a hike, sleep on a hard surface, or brave unsanitary bathrooms....but something about camping forces me to reconnect with the feeling of being back on the island. surviving countless typhoons, power outages, and elaborate spreads of food-from-a-can makes the challenge of camping all the more gratifying.
