THE EAGLE’S NEST FOUNDATION NEWSLETTER
Inside this issue: Alumni Profile
SPRING 2013
Know Fear: Using Courage to Harness the Spirit of Adventure 3
Many Hands Make a Big Difference
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“Home”, a poem
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Finding Cabin Library in North Tanzania 5 OA Travel Story from English Class
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Why Do We Climb?
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Being an ENF Trustee 8 Into The Future
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Spring Recipe
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Spring Cleaning!
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Nest Chatter
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By Liz Snyder, Assistant Camp Director "I'm not going to do it. I'll just hike to the bottom." I began to loosen the figure 8 knot attached to the front of my harness. The day was warm and balmy, but my hands trembled as I tried to release myself from the rope binding me to the side of the cliff. My instructor stood by silently, his face painted with compassion. In a calm, soft voice, he beckoned me sit beside him. There was no mention of rappelling or knots or ropes; no clinking of metal carabiners. There was, instead, only the touch of a gentle breeze and the sound of his words: "Courage is not the absence of fear; it's the ability to move forward in spite of it. I believe in you." Minutes later, I stood on the cliff’s edge, confidence intact. My instructor was perched several feet in front of me, his words bounced through my mind as I hesitantly shifted my weight backward. "Courage. Fear. Courage." My boots inched over the edge and down the rocky wall
as the rope slowly slid through the fist of my "brake" hand. I moved toward the safety of level ground 60 feet below, beginning to fully trust the system serving as my lifeline. I was in complete control. As my toes touched the ground, relief and pride overwhelmed me; my first rappel was complete. When I was in elementary school, the action sports brand “No Fear” came into existence, and my classmates started coming to school with the “No Fear” slogan plastered on their clothes. As we rode our bikes around the neighborhood, jumping off curbs and splashing through mud puddles, my friends and I would shout, “No fear!” back and forth to each other. Suddenly, living without fear was cool. As the sun sank behind the tall pines on those long summer evenings, I pedaled home with impressive speed, nervous about getting lost in the impending darkness. Fear was always there, whether or not we realized it, and it was keeping us safe. Continued on Page 2… www.enf.org