When Tina and Rachel stepped onto the Wild Woosey activity last summer, no one expected them to succeed. They faced each other, each standing on one of the two logs arranged in a V formation on the ground. They joined hands with their palms together and held on tight, walking sideways from the point of the V to toward the open end. As they did so, the distance between them grew. They weren’t allowed to let go of each other’s hands, so they leaned toward each other. Each step

I made a mistake. The seminar I was attending sounded like it would be filled with fantastic ideas for managing a camp budget, but nothing presented seemed like it would work for us. I tried to follow along in a futile attempt to glean a few insights that would benefit South Mountain, but I felt like an amateur runner trying to keep pace with a professional marathoner. No matter how hard I tried, I kept falling further behind. Then the seminar presenter made a brief statement