Tomorrow is the dreaded day.
At 11:00am, the Luther crowd will hop on a yellow school bus and watch the Holden Community wave us in farewell reminiscing on the ways in which our Jterm was shaped by an incredible group of individuals. We'll take the swtichbacks down to Lake Chelan, board the Lady of the Lake ferry, chug our way down lake to Chelan, hop on a bus to Wenatchee where the train will be awaiting us at 8:30pm tomorrow.
What a month. What a world, as my father would say. We are excited to reunite with our loved ones and friends soon, but not just yet. There's still hours in between our fleeting time here and a long, long, long train ride. Gotta take it all in before it's too late!
I think it's safe to say the past couple of weeks in Holden Village has left a mark in our beings. This being said, I wish I could better describe the substance of this feeling to the person reading this blog. It was a breath of fresh air, fun, difficult, and strange. But, also it was so much more than that. Words seem to fail me so I guess here's my plug: if you were by any means intrigued by this remote mountain village with a Christian community residing here, come. Experience Holden past the words on this post. They love volunteers, people wanting to staff, a good attitude, and a willingness to learn and be flexible. Sounds easy enough, eh?
Lastly, a shoutout to the Holden Villagers that made this Jterm possible for us Luther students. We will be forever grateful and touched by the bountiful beauty you have to offer to the world. Goodbye for now! :)