There we were, peering down at the long road ahead of us from the top of “Warrior Summit,” a steady rope climb from the ground below. Our fellow soldiers were right behind us beginning their ascents into the muddy madness ahead. We slid down into the “Mud Mounds,” trying to keep our balance amidst a jungle of trenches and hills oozing with freshly wet mud. But we trudged on, eager to prove ourselves to our superior captains and to ourselves. We would beat this “TOUGH MUDDER” no matter what! Pretty soon we came upon a sign that read “Walk the Plank,” warning us of the criss-cross of balance beams that beckoned us onward, daring us to defeat its narrow turns. Some of our troops managed a few beams only to plummet into a pool of muddy chaos after a single false step. We picked up our fellow campers and brushed ourselves off determined to move on. The tire jumps came next and we once again took on the challenge, alternating each foot through a corresponding tire until all of our troops were through. The last obstacle came in the form of a muddy swamp, yes, it was the notorious “Muddy Mayhem!” We slid down a water slide right into its swampy embrace, our clothes caked in layers of grime and dirt, a sweet testimony to our success. We had done it! We had fought hard and completed the legendary “TOUGH M
UDDER!” With our feet heavy with mud and music in our ears, we looked back at the dripping, mucky trail we had left behind, a messy slew of Camp Simcha Troopers on this very brown day.