QIC:  banjo

With so many story’s we’ve all heard about the Bermuda Triangle, who would dare visit. Well today 8 brave men took a vacation there. Here’s how it went down.

Preparation

Every long trip needs preparation. We warmed up with side-straddle hops, alternating toe touches, wind mills, and humpys (all 20 ic).

Entering the Triangle

As we approach we all get separated and wind up on all three points of the triangle. There is only one way to search. We all did 5 burpees at the points, bear-crawling to the next . After one complete trip around the perimeter we are still separated and must find each other. Repeating with five burpees at the points, lunge walking to the next one. We are all one Pax again after another trip around. We must mosey away from this ciaos but not to far since there is more to see here..

Base Camp

With no time to relax we must split into two teams. Teams can alternate taking  trips to the triangle and back will the others are working on the camp with squats, incline Merkins, tricep dips, copperhead squats and burpos. This trip is getting to be too much. Lets get out of here!

The Great Wall of Granite

On our journey home we cant believe our eyes. It’s beautiful, we must check it out. this wall was full of wall sits with muhammad Ali’s, Jo Frazier’s, George Foreman’s and wonder bra’s. It also contained matching sets of Australian mt. climbers and itsi bitsy spiders. Wow, we will definiely visit this place again.

COT

With eyes closed we listened as these lyrics to “The Old Rugged Cross” were read.
On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross
The emblem of suff’ring and shame
And I love that old Cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain
Oh, that old rugged Cross so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary
In the old rugged Cross, stain’d with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For the dear Lamb of God, left his Glory above
To pardon and sanctify me
To the old rugged Cross, I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away
Where his glory forever I’ll share
               Welcome home,
                         Banjo out!

 

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