Krista had started the whole camp idea three years before. She’d thought about how much she loved the outdoors and even though Concrete, Washington was a town of less than a thousand in the middle of the Cascade Mountains, almost none of the girls got out in nature.
Boys went into the woods: deer hunting with their dads, trouble hunting with their buddies.
Girls didn’t do squat. A dozen years ago, they were still expected to do bake sales and car washes to support the sports teams. She hadn’t done anything about it then, but now she could.
The kids down in Hood River lived in an outdoor paradise but rarely thought beyond the windsurfing in the Columbia Gorge. When she floated the idea, she’d been given full support by MHA. She and Akbar had designed the camp and it was now a major hit w
