Beyond Comes Home

Growing up, my dad always told me, “You have to say goodbye in order to say hello again.” We do not want to say goodbye to spirit filled moments and glorious creation. For many of our campers there won’t be another dock dance party “hello” to Base Camp and the summits of Beyond. Just as challenging as kicking steps up Mt. Albert, the alders of Mt. Pearkes or the physicality of a day five descent is figuring out how to say “hello” to our Beyond experiences when we are at home.

                                       

The first day of climbing Mt. Albert campers were filling time on the trail with mouthwatering descriptions of Thai food from their hometown. Two months later I was ordering off the menu of the infamous Thai restaurant at a table with my campers. Their faces were shiny, hair clean and one even clad in his Beyond t-shirt.

States away from the summits of Beyond these campers were glowing- reliving their hardships and celebrations on the mountain over a plate of pad thai noodles. Looking at the faces around the table I saw the Lord’s extravagant provision. The Lord met each of us in uniquely beautiful ways. It can be recognized by the different moments each individual chooses to share aloud- recalling the thunderous boom of the ice falls, the sunset after days of smoky forest fire skies, or the pride of completing the route. We spent our week on Mt. Albert tangibly trusting the Lord and observed provision and answered prayer. Now we each begin the adventures of fall trusting the Lord will provide extravagantly as we summit mountains in our hometowns.

When we finished our noodles we stood up as a group, and instead of giving pack love and heading back onto the trail, these campers walked out of the restaurant into their daily lives: leading in their hometown club and beginning senior year of high school, fitting all their belongings into their car and moving away to college, and navigating full time work. They were alive and full, taking the sweet moments of Beyond where they went. 

The Lord reminded me that Beyond comes home with each of us. There is no need to dread or fear “goodbye”. Beyond isn’t confined to the mountains, or Princess Louisa Inlet. The moments at Beyond become a part of us and we have the honor of carrying them to our destination of choice. We get to keep saying “hello”.

-Erin Donoghue

A sneak peak into a Beyond backpacking trip

I came to Beyond Malibu with an open mind but a few preconceived notions. My dear wife was a mountain guide up here, a bit over 30 years ago. I had the pleasure of traversing the Long Pearkes route with a group of young men, which included three of my sons — two of them being campers, and one as our guide. Coming into this backpacking trip, I knew we were to be tested physically, mentally, and spiritually in close Christian community.

Day 1 we climbed through dense alder trees on an overgrown logging road. The alders snagged on packs, and I found myself tripping over my feet often. Yet, their roots held the soil on the steep road in a way man-made products could not have done. I made it a game to avoid the pitfalls of the alders climb, and instead, marveled at the fortitude of the men who carved the road and prayed for strength.

Day 2 was a steeper climb into the alpine! On the fringes of the forest we found ripe juicy blueberries, which we stopped to enjoy….this break was a God-given excuse to rest my weary legs. We arrived at the saddle, and behold, the mountain beyond our ridge standing tall and proud in the sunshine. After lunch and an application of sunscreen, we had an extended quiet time in which I contemplated what it means to live in love (1 John 4)….the love that is greater than the faith that could move the mountains (1 Corinthians 13). We continued our hike, playing games and talking to distract ourselves until we reached camp. At camp we watched a threatening storm pass, and were left to enjoy our dinner comfortably as one of our guides shared his life story.

On the morning of day 3, we packed up camp and ate a quick breakfast.  We had snow school while our guides checked out our glacier crossing: setting ropes, allowing us to traverse the snowfield, and descend onto the rocks below. The snowfield was dirty with ash from recent wildfires, and very melted; it made kicking steps a bit tricky with our ice axes. After a butt slide (on belay) we reached the rock flats below and discussed our faith in the rope and compared it to our confidence in Christ (Hebrew 11). We ended our day hiking across a broad bowl into the sunshine at “Kingdom Come” campsite.  It had been a long and difficult day, and some of us had discovered, with the encouragement of the group, our greater strength (Isaiah 46).

It was good that we soaked up the expansive views the night before because the morning of Day 4 was a foggy one. We worked our way down through a tricky, technical climb and across another snowfield, trusting our guides entirely to navigate as it was obscured by fog. We were encouraged with a hot lunch and a Tim-Tam slam. After making the choice to continue hiking to “Beyond Heaven,” we were greeted with breathtaking views as the clouds parted. We formed a line, held hands, and praised God for such a gift.

Day 5, we gradually worked our way along the ridge and began a descent down a giant granite staircase. In the afternoon we reached “Maury’s Mound,” high above the Princess Louisa Inlet, where we set up camp and wrote letters to ourselves (encasing thoughts and feelings from the trip).

We were up early on Day 6 to prepare for the final descent. The rising sun illuminated each peak in the Inlet as the morning progressed. With the few technical sections, and the toughness of downhill on our bodies, it felt just as challenging as the first day. With high spirits we made it down and hopped on the boat waiting to take us back to base camp. Through the week we studied, meditated, and discussed faith, hope, and love. I can solidly take away that the greatest of these is LOVE, which nicely encapsulates the community that is Beyond.

Thanks all for an excellent adventure,

Bill Burgess

Wild and Free

Here I am, back at Beyond, the place I call home. After 3 years of guiding trips up and down these steep mountains, I am overcome with joy each time I see campers get off the boat and step onto the dock for the first time- clean hair, dry cotton clothes, with anxiousness and anticipation in their eyes. It’s a wonderful thing to contrast with Friday afternoons, when campers get back from their trips with dirty hair, sun on their cheeks, and an inexpressible and glorious joy in their hearts. If you’ve seen this before, you know what I’m talking about. “Beautiful,” I tell myself, “They are SO beautiful.” 

I have a vivid memory during my first summer of guiding in 2013 that I will never forget. It was 5:30 on a Saturday morning, when I looked at the friends in my guide class and said, “For the first time in my life, I feel beautiful.” It was a huge milestone for me as a woman and mountain guide. I had spent years comparing myself to others and believing that I would never be good enough, strong enough, or pretty enough- a theme I see in many participants’ lives. 

What is it about Beyond that makes us feel beautiful and free? Why is it that a camper can tell me after her trip that she has never felt more beautiful?! Surely it can’t be the “mountain funk” we obtain throughout a week in the mountains. Rather, it’s when we are stripped emotionally, physically, and spiritually (doesn’t that sound easy!). My mind continues to be blown away as I hear life story after life story from participants from all across the country- stories of broken families, addictions, pain, and sorrow. Like fragile jars of clay, we are all covered in cracks and imperfections, but when we allow Christ to fill us up, He shines through the cracks- and THAT is beautiful.

Guiding at Beyond has continued to remind me that God did not send his Son to die so that we would be hard on ourselves, feeling ugly in our brokenness. No! Christ died so that we could be free! So, whether it’s bathing in the ocean with my loofa and biodegradable soap, letting my big curly hair reach its maximum frizz, or allowing myself to become vulnerable, leading out of weakness and letting God work through my brokenness, I am forever grateful for the simple truth that God has reminded me for 3 summers: We are beautiful and free because of Christ. 

Blaire Tocher

The Mountain Top and the Valley

The mountains of Beyond truly call out to me and the need to answer is strong within me. Logging roads and thick brush, mossy forrest carpets and the exposed rock amphitheaters of peaks and cirques; the wonderlands we venture into each week hold secrets I’ve never found elsewhere. It is more than the physical beauty they hold though, for the mountains have become a safe place for me. It is a place where I know my worth- a place where I have a role and a purpose. It is a secret place where God meets me in quiet stillness with whispers and strong arms, a place where the confusion of my human emotion is set aside and my natural reliance on Him grows to be the only focus. The noise of city life, of authority and responsibility, of expectation and affirmation fades until the only voices I hear are those of companions in worship, voices ringing out in the night over the clouds. 

Yet I cannot remain in the mountains. We are not called to sit atop peaks in simplicity, selfishly soaking in the presence of God we find there. No, there is a city waiting below for stories, for sustenance, for hope. Though there is confusion and sometimes chaos in life at base camp, it is more like home. It is a community, authentic and real in its complications and struggles. It is, to me, a reflection of the messy, messy goodness of life with Christ. Time spent in prayer, hours spent working hard, and nights ending with worship, laughter, and tears. Though I often dream of leaving the valley behind and hiding away forever in God’s wilderness, in my heart I know that God is as present here as He is in the sky, as present in our darkness as He is in our joy. It takes courage to remain in the valley, to remain in our mess rather than run from it. In our mess God is working.  He is moving. He is healing. It requires faith to stay and meet Him here. For now I look out into the mountains, a place I know kids are encountering their Creator, and I hold onto the hope they offer, that I will not always be in the valley but for now it is where I need to stay. 

Aiden Church

Waiting Expectantly

Waiting expectantly does not mean sitting back and watching God answer prayers exactly how I imagine them. To wait expectantly I have learned, is to die to the idea that I know what is best for me and have faith and anticipation for all that God has for me, regardless of what I ask. Waiting expectantly has taught me to loosen my plans for the week, and embrace the unknown with a new found confidence in God’s promises. 

We spend days before the trip reading about our participants, planning spiritual content to best address their group goals, figuring out how far to hike, when the rappel will happen, and which night we will have our “mexi meal.”  When I wait expectantly and turn my palms open to all of the uncertainty of guiding at Beyond, I am comforted by the thought of the thousands of other believers who have been standing exactly in my boots. Standing at the crossroads of self preservation and self abandonment into life to the full. 

“For the Lord himself goes before you and he will be with you, he will never leave you, nor forsake you. Do not be afraid, do not be discouraged.” Please pray that we may all find time in our mornings to wait expectantly and to enter boldly into the fear and adventure of trusting Jesus with every detail and request of our lives, believing that He is always with us and is using all the elements of His creation to have us draw nearer to Him. Even if it makes us wildly uncomfortable. 

To Him be the Glory. Go Beyond.

- Adam Iverson 

Attempting to Fly

After four training weekends, countless hours of homework, a wilderness first aid course, and a ten-day training (in which we put all our knowledge to use), we were sent off into the mountains for our first trip. I’m the type of person who likes a lot of time to pack and prepare for things long in advance. Despite three months of doing just that, campers arrived and my state of receiving them was similar to that of a bird who had just attempted to fly through a clear glass window. And then, after a hard smack of rejection flutters around stunned on the ground. It took me about three days to get my legs back under me, before I felt like I came to and was tracking where I was and what I was there to do. The majority of my first week out in the mountains, I felt more scattered than any of the campers and I found a constant smattering of my things throughout our campsite- surrounding my pack. At one point I came over to find my co-guide packing my bag for me with a patient smile. Later I was told, “Welcome to being a first year” and to expect to feel this way (one step behind the rest) throughout the summer. Before we headed out of camp, we asked our campers their fears and expectations. Several of them told us boldly that they expected to have an encounter with God this week- expecting that He had some big things to teach them. What a daunting expectation to be voiced when I wasn’t sure we would ever get out of base camp! I know that as guides we are here to serve the campers and help facilitate their journey into the mountains, to create space for them to experience God through His creation. However, my human tendency was to stress out about what the campers were experiencing… as if I could better their communication with the Creator. The beautiful thing was, that amidst my chaos and human weaknesses, God was hard at work.
 The first few days, amongst my flustered state, it was difficult to see any evidence that God was meeting the participants expectations. However, slowly, as life stories unfolded we began to see old, unhealed wounds resurface and participants began to engage in prayer that had been silent at the start. One participant shared about the loss of parent. At the beginning of the trip, she portrayed an independent, self-sufficient, hard exterior. As the final days in the mountains passed, we watched her heart soften and ability to accept love and help grow. It is tough to describe the emotions you experience as you hear stories and deep, previously unspoken, emotions come pouring out of people. When else in life do we take time to dive deep into our hearts to identify and share our joys, passions, pain or sorrow with others?
 This first trip awed me. After our final ten day training trip I thought I was prepared for anything. We experienced all types of storms: high winds that shredded our tents in the middle of the night, lightning drills, sideways snow in a whiteout, freezing rain- I thought I was prepared for everything. Then, on the last day of descent with my campers, we hit the alder trees. My frustration hit a boiling point (that I was shocked to discover) and I found myself whacking every branch that snapped at me as if I could get back at it. Branches would slap me in the face, and then snag my pack and yank me backward. I have fully realized that I am on a journey much like the campers and I am definitely not in control. I do know that God is working intricately in a powerful way to meet me in those weaknesses. I have been truly humbled to witness how much work he was able to do as I stumbled along acting as the ‘guide’.
- Hannah Gary

Surprises

When I came to Beyond, I expected that being a guide would be spiritually challenging yet refining, exhausting yet life-giving, and emotionally draining yet encouraging. I knew that I came to serve. What I didn’t expect was that I would actually be having fun as well. 

Last week I headed out with my guide partner and campers to trek Long Pearkes. It was a grueling first two days. At times I felt like a slave driver as I kept telling the participants that we had to keep going even though they had blisters, tired legs, and were fed up with the branches slapping their faces. We got into camp later than planned and had less time than we wanted for planned spiritual content (Bible studies, quiet times, life stories, etc.). 

On day three everything changed. Due to a variety of factors, my guide partner and I decided we were unable to cross the Long Pearkes glacier and would need to change routes. As a mountain guide I felt defeated, dreading the time when I would have to tell our campers about the route change. I had to give up my own desire to test my physical limits and complete the epic route for the sake of overall safety. I had to embrace the mystery as my first trip became full of the unexpected. 

In the end, the situation turned out much better than I anticipated. For me, this had been a reoccurring theme associated with Beyond Malibu. God redeemed the situation and blew my mind with His sovereign goodness. The participants were overjoyed at the news of the route change; it meant less hiking and more time to be together and alone with God. This was the day that I started having fun as a mountain guide. I was able to be less task-oriented and more people-oriented.  With the route change, our group now had more time to hear everyone’s life stories, pray, laugh, cry, and overall be present with each other in some of God’s most beautiful creation.

As the week went on, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying the taping and re-taping of feet, purifying forty liters of water at a time, cooking amongst the seemingly endless bug swarms, and engaging in conversations on the trail, despite physical exhaustion.

In a few days I leave for my second trip as a guide. I’ll be okay if it’s not as enjoyable as my first trip. But I have a feeling that this whole guiding thing might really continue to be more fun than I imagined. Maybe that’s what God likes to do when we follow His lead into the unknown… surprise us. 

-Joey Hope