The clouds began to darken and covered the sky, droplets of water fell and landed with little splats on my glasses and head. The descent down the track was slippery and uneven to walk across. The rocks gleaming and reflective, the soft sand enveloping my feet with every step. As we lead the group down the trail towards the campsite the trek got harder as with each meter my backpack seemed to gain 10,000 kilograms. With friends beside of me I powered through the walk, all that was on my mind was a hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in. My fantasies were cut short as we reached a challenge, the trail we were following became incredibly steep and unbearable to walk down in. The few people beside me, the head of the group made it down with ease and minimal effort. I looked back to check on the group as I saw some people struggling down the steep, uneven, slippery rocks. I climbed up to a flat surface and cheered them on with encouraging words and when they neared, I gave them a helping hand to my fellow campers and peers. The others saw what I was doing and came to help too, all of us working as a team to help each other out where they physically struggled the most. With tiny cuts and bruises covering our hands, feet, and faces we faced more obstacles that hurt our morale more than our bodies. I decided to lighten the mood we would do funny call signs whenever we the head of the group were required to make sure the group was all together and safe. We called out to the group “2+2 is 4” and they replied with, “-1 is 3 quick maths”. Lyrics from a popular song that Anthony kept singing throughout the period of the camp. Finally, we got a clear view of the gorge that was awaiting us, intimidating rock walls, another challenge to face together.