Our Retreat Brought Renewal and Hope for Better Days Ahead Essay

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Nine teenage girls and their leaders crammed on outdated bench seats as the smell of various sack dinners and chocolate filled the borrowed short bus. Vinyl seats cracking, teenage girls laughing and the makeshift radio blasting we followed behind the boys in their SUV to Woodland Park. The brisk March wind rattled the old windows of our little white and blue, borrowed bus. Miles of twisting roads and pine trees that seemed to pierce the low floating clouds lead us to our retreat house. Gravel crunched beneath our tires, hitting the sides of our bus, creating a rumble under our feet as we pulled up the drive.
Great gray boulders outlined planters along the front of the patio and knotted wood planking covered every side of the house. Two
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Nine teenage girls and their leaders crammed on outdated bench seats as the smell of various sack dinners and chocolate filled the borrowed short bus. Vinyl seats cracking, teenage girls laughing and the makeshift radio blasting we followed behind the boys in their SUV to Woodland Park. The brisk March wind rattled the old windows of our little white and blue, borrowed bus. Miles of twisting roads and pine trees that seemed to pierce the low floating clouds lead us to our retreat house. Gravel crunched beneath our tires, hitting the sides of our bus, creating a rumble under our feet as we pulled up the drive.
Great gray boulders outlined planters along the front of the patio and knotted wood planking covered every side of the house. Two cracking trunks stood like guards on either side of the green door, supporting the green metal roof. Mirror like widows reflected back the fragrant pine trees and our puffs of breaths as we trudged across the still frozen ground to the cement patio stairs.
We walked into pure white walls, and a grand staircase that split part way up leading off to the left and to the right. Giant, single paned windows let in the fading sunlight as shouts of “Dibs!” were heard from every vanilla scented room in the girls’ wings upstairs, as the sounds of the boys wrestling drifted up from their wings in the basement. Soon every good hiding spot in the house was found and utilized during a competitive game of sardines. Multiple teenage bodies attempted to pack
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