03 Jun Smith Rock State Park with 7th/8th Grade, Spring 2019
Title:
Smith Rock State Park with 7th and 8th Grade
Date of Activity / Lesson:
Spring 2019
Location:
Smith Rock State Park, Oregon
Description:
Location:
Smith Rock State Park, Oregon
Description:
Description:
This spring, the 7th and 8th grade classes took a 4-day, 3-night trip to Smith Rock State Park. Led by Northwest Outward Bound, the trip was meant to get students to step outside their comfort zone, make new connections, and build awareness of themselves and their surroundings. Here are some of the reflections that our students wrote upon their return.
Stepping Out Of My Comfort Zone
By: Andrew Cortes
One time during the Smith Rock trip we were able to participate in something called repelling. Repelling is where you get attached to a harness on a really steep cliff and you have to slowly reach to the bottom until you touch the ground. There is also an instructor helping you with everything from the start to the finish of the whole activity. When I was first introduced to this I was really scared because I had never done anything like this in my life and I was also a tiny bit scared of heights. In the beginning I was scared, but I took a really big step out of my comfort zone.
While I was waiting for the other people to try it (I was number 10 out of 13), I got a bit nervous. Some people came up saying it was super easy while others only just got strapped in. When it was finally my turn I came up to the instructor. He explained to me everything that I needed to know and I fully understood. I finally got strapped in, leaned back, and took the first step. I thought it was easy and traveled down a tiny bit more. It was hard at first but I got a lot used to it. My original goal was to get strapped into the harness and take a couple steps but I wanted to go further.
While on the really steep cliff I looked down and realized I had a long way to go. At the one fourth mark there was this part that made my body feel really uncomfortable and I wanted to go back up. We couldn’t really make that happen though so I had to go all the way down. I positioned myself to the right way and felt way more comfortable. I then began climbing down more and more. There was also this one part where my legs didn’t have contact with the rock and I felt really scared. I just pulled myself down thinking everything was gonna be okay. In the end I completed all of it and went past my comfort zone! I felt really proud of this moment and I will always remember this.
Night
By: Soren Nilsen-Goodin
One moment from the Smith Rock trip that was special to me was the circle we had in the night. Our group went out to the edge of this cliff, and we all sat in a circle as we reflected on our day and told stories. The stars were out that night and it was such a magical feeling looking up at the stars. I could see the city lights at a distance and the feeling of being there, the feeling of solitude, the feeling of wondering was so perfect in that moment of time.
Our instructors past out M&Ms and each color corresponds to one story we could tell. I shared three rules I would like to live by in my life. One was to live in the moment. Two was to always do what I feel. And three ways to make the most of my life while I have it. I will remember the walk back to our tents as well, talking with my friends and walking through the dark night was such a great feeling. I hope I do something like this again with friends.
New Friends
By: Zoe Carcia
One thing from the Smith rock trip that will always be funny everytime I think of it is when Dylan, Aurora, Sage, and I were in the bathroom getting ready for our sweet dreams in the freezing cold tarps. There was this riddle we were telling Dylan and she was not getting it. You say, “So listen, if this trash can is a stick, this paper towel is a stick, and the water faucet is a stick, are you a stick?” and the answer is yes because you say “so listen” at the beginning and if you don’t say “so listen” at the beginning it’s no, and Dylan wasn’t getting it and we were all taking turns telling Dylan the riddle and we were all laughing and thought it was so funny. I thought that was a time I really had fun with people I don’t really talk to.
It is perfectly normal to be nervous about going on this trip. I was so nervous about going I tried to convince my parents to let me stay home but they made me go and I had a amazing time. Yes you will be stepping out of your comfort zone but if you don’t let that bother you you will be having an amazing time. I was too afraid to go on the scramble and the repel but I went rock climbing and it was so fun seeing how high everyone can go. Some advice I will give you is to bring layers, bring so many layers. It was so cold the first night. There was frost on the tarps and my toes were numb when I woke up. And bring snacks for both the bus rides there and back because I got so hungry on the bus. It is natural to be nervous. All I say is that you go and see how much fun you will have.
Scrambing
By: Esme Pearl Barsh
A moment I stepped out of my comfort zone was definitely scrambling (squeezing through a cave). It started with my entire group sitting maybe about 5 ft away from a cliff in the blaring sun, we were all waiting for our turn to tunnel through the entrance. I was excited but also very scared because of all the videos I had watched online of people getting stuck inside caves and not being able to get out of tight spaces. As I made my way through the cave there was a few tight spaces that were a little bit of a struggle to get through, but otherwise everything was going smoothly for myself, but maybe not for Brian. Brian, Owen’s dad, got stuck in between 2 rocks at the last small space. I was a little nervous, especially because since I was in front of him I was expected to help him through the small space by telling him the best way to get through. Luckily, our instructor Ralph helped him get through the tight space.
Once we got out and the rest of my group went through the tunnel, we got to sit on a ledge made out of large rocks and enjoy the view of the trees, cliffs, mountains, the rock climbing group, and the beautiful river. Ralph took a picture of all of us and don’t get me wrong, it was amazing up there but I was very ready to get back onto flat ground. Little did I know I had to go through the cave again–but backwards. As everyone started making through way back into the cave I realized I was going to be one of the last people entering, which just put more pressure on me because of the fact if I take too long I would be holding everyone up. I made my way into the cave, through the small spaces, and wiggled up the upward tiny spaces. And before I knew it I was out of the cave back into the blaring sun I started in.
The Ups and Downs Rock Scrambling Course with Outward Bound
By: Talus J. Miller
Heart pounding, mind racing, and adrenaline pumping all from excitement. As we approach the scrambling site we do a trust activity. We all partner of into pairs and choose one partner to close their eyes and the other to lead, and we place our hands one on top of the other then I lead my partner through the outstretched claws of the sagebrush and dusty sand revealing hoof and paw prints. Hands clammy in the heat of the sun, we laugh and joke and blindly walk towards the unknown fun ahead. We get to the gear pile. Standing sheltered from the sun by juniper trees we listen the guides rhythmic accent surrounded by the smell of sagebrush and juniper and the sound of birds chirping, frogs croaking, and the nearby Crooked River rushing and lapping.
After instructions it’s time to go. With help we spring across a gap with a bone breaking, jaw dropping, and heart skipping thirty foot drop we land with a sigh of safety on the cool moist rock on the other side. As we wait murmuring to each other we look at the flooded Crooked River and our other classmates climbing on the other side of the river. As soon as everyone has made the jump we try not to fall asleep as the sun warms our backs and we listen to more rhythmic instructions from our guide. Then we enter the unknown.
As I enter the dark ominous crack in the rock, the cold air surrounds and sends small daggers through me. As I crouch legs shaking perched on a small ledge I wait. My small friend in front of me makes a small hole look smaller. She looks back at me and a bright smile filled with excitement, nerves, and anticipation breaks across her face persuading a smile from mine. My heart thuds at the thought of such a small space and the possibility of getting stuck. As I swallow my fear and allow my curiosity and excitement to surface, I tell myself, “This is an awesome opportunity and will be a great experience,” then I proceed. I slither through the small hole and walk along between two rocks and through other small cracks and holes.
Out we come inching along a narrow ledge pressed tight to the rough surface of the rock to keep from falling off. When we get to the end we peel off the rock one by one and step lightly onto the boulders where we sit and wait for everyone to come out. As we wait we look at the beautiful muddy brown river flooding its banks and spitting water spray over rocks and logs, and we wave to our fellow students waiting for their turn to climb as we clamor about the repelling to come later that day and the rock climbing the next day. We take a couple group pictures as we are perched precariously on rocks and ledges and over small gaps between the rocks. Then after more instructions we head back.
One by one we press ourselves close to the cold rough surface of the rock wall and inch our way slowly across the narrow ledge then scramble up a two-foot gravel-covered ledge. As I make my way up feet slipping and hands clawing for hand holds, I hear the murmured chatter of my group and the words of encouragement from my friends ringing out. I wiggle past a rickety old latter and then go head first through a small gap in the rock wriggling and squirming my body to get through. A few more steps and I duck down head touching my knees to get under a rock then a sharp corner a big step up to a little sip of rock covered in moss and gravel. At the next part I pass mapping out the way I’m going to get up the three feet of nothing to get to the precariously placed wobbling elevating rock. I press my back hard against one wall and my feet firm against the opposite boulder shifting my weight I wriggle and worm scuffing my back against the wall behind my my feet. Scuffing the other wall I put more pressure on my back and put one foot down onto the untrustable wiggly rock levitating above a ten foot drop. With a hop I put both feet down and bring my torso of the wall and above my shaking legs. My friend and I laugh as we walk to the next part of the course. The small hole my feet against the bumpy rock behind me and my head and shoulders squeaking and scraping through the hole, my feet pushing me through on my stomach. Up we come blinded by the hot sun, and with eyes squinting we scramble over the slippery moss like it’s nothing. A hop, skip, and jump, and we’re back on the sand and dirt path.
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