The Camp Echo Lake Trail

I remember the day I lost my voice. When I say, “lost my voice” I don’t mean because I had a sore throat or had screamed so much I couldn’t speak. I mean that I remember the day that, whether it was fear, embarrassment, insecurity,…

I knew going into summer 2017 I might have a few moments when I would feel an extra lump in my throat because my daughter, Abi, was an LIT.  As we stood in the Field House on the evening of Saturday August 12th, I had…