Another day on the trip we were in another canyon with the boat. Some of us boys climbed the canyon walls to a ledge about twenty feet above the water. With daring abandon we jumped off the cliffs and splashed into the deep water below. Soon we found out that it was even more fun to push great big boulders off the cliff and watch them crash into the water.
This fascination with rolling boulders off high places was manifest on another day. All of us boys went on a hike to a mountain peak that overlooked our camp. Our leader for that hike was K.C. Sullivan, a junior assistant leader. We went almost straight up the north slope of the mountainside through brush and over rocks. In an hour we were up on top. We looked straight down the cliff on the east face of the peak that we had seen every day from our camp. A sheer drop-off of hundreds of feet stared us in the faces. Again, with the reckless abandon of youth we soon found large boulders, two feet to three feet in diameter and rolled them off the top of the peak. We watched as the boulder dropped and there was silence for a few moments and then we could hear a muffled crash far below and then watched as the boulder continued rolling further down the mountain, leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
Our junior leader, K.C. Sullivan, was a swimmer. He wanted to see if he could swim across Flaming Gorge Reservoir, and he did. He was also a baseball player. Half way through our camp, he had to be dropped off at the marina so he could leave and go try out for a semi-professional baseball team. I remember him walking backwards slowly and watched us as we pulled away in the boat. A while later K.C. went on an LDS mission to England.
All in all, we went to Hide Out for two separate years. Each year we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. And I think the leaders were thrilled to be there, as well.
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