I’m
not entirely sure what I was expecting when I signed up to work with
the equestrian crew at a Boyscout camp two summers ago. I had filled my
head with romantic notions of helping young boys overcome their fear of
giant lumbering horses and getting to lead trail rides. I had worked
as a volunteer for two summers, for the most part keeping up with the
paid wranglers. Being on staff just meant I would be on payroll and not
have as much time to see friends in the summer.
I
showed up with a sleeping bag, various “necessities”, and ambition. I
left with the sleeping bag, some trail dust, and a better view about
what was important to me.
First
unnecessary necessity: soap. When you work at a summer camp with
horses that need fed and groomed daily, “dawn to dusk” takes on a much
more visceral meaning. When you wake up at six to feed, turn out the
horses from the last trail ride at nine, and it takes an hour for you to
wind down, energy becomes a valuable resource. I had never realized
how much energy it took to do menial tasks until I found myself trimming
fat at the end of the day. Talking took calories. Standing
took calories. To that end, showering took calories. So when we
headed to the shower house at night, I was faced with a decision: call
Alien (then my boyfriend) with the relatively better reception, or
actually clean my filthy body? More than once I chose the phone call.
Sometimes I would finish the phone call with just enough time to tear
off my clothes and throw my stanky self in the tail end of the hot
water, put on the same dirty clothes, go home and fall asleep. And when
you’re surrounded by pubescent boys all day in the hot sun, ain’t nobody gonna say you smell.
Second
unnecessary necessity: cash. I had brought some pocket change with me
to spend at the trading post whenever I caught a spare break. Spare
breaks never happen at a horse camp. When resting a sore and blistered
foot is seen as lollygagging, the dreams of a frozen trading post
slushie quickly died. So the cash sat in my wallet, silently crying to
be converted into tiny ice crystals and juice. Instead, it (and most of
my paycheck) was converted into gasoline every other weekend in order
to visit Alien.
Third
unnecessary necessity: dignity. As a first year on staff, anything and
everything I did had to be taught to me by someone else. This can get
particularly frustrating when the Boss (who runs things on paper),
Slender (who knows how to run things in actuality) and Alpha (who ran
everything in her mind)
all ask you to perform the same task differently. I quickly learned to
apologize for my every shortcoming, and watch my back before scrubbing
the horse tank. Because if you used THAT broom when Alpha was watching?
Well, there went ten minutes of your life. Besides performing every
task incorrectly, there was the matter that you were forced to live in
close quarters (and I do mean close)
with the same people for three months out of the year. Dignity becomes
an unknown entity as your campmates watch your silly habits.
And
finally, an unexpected necessity: Friendship. Without Slender and Red,
I wouldn’t have lasted a week out at that camp. Slender acted as my
protective big brother, making sure the scouts didn’t steamroll me
during merit badge classes, and showing me the ropes of wranglerhood.
Red’s bright spirit kept me going through the storms, both literal and
emotional, that camp inevitably brings. They both made sure I drank
water and find times to give me a break during the hottest part of the
day. We traded trail ride shifts when one of us was tired, usually with
Slender picking up the slack for both of us. We spent our evenings
sharing stories, from the day, from previous camps, and from life in
general. Through the shared trials and tribulations, I forged a strong
friendship with the pair.
That
summer taught me more about “honest work” than I could have ever asked
for. I know what it’s like now, when the only option is to keep going.
I know what it’s like to be so bone tired that walking and eating
become reflexes instead of activities. I’ve learned what joy there is
in teaching (and learning from) young children, and in working with
horses. It wasn’t always magical, and for what it paid, I can never go
back. But that doesn’t mean I’m sorry to have experienced it, and I
will continue to urge my colleagues to take similar challenges. It’s
amazing to see what happens when you’re pushed to your limits. It’s
rarely painless, but it’s always informative.
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