The Legacy of "One Last Dip"

It was the last youth-group outing of the summer. Soon my friend David and I would be starting sixth grade. As we packed up the church van and other vehicles that had gathered for a weekend camping trip, David decided he still had time for "one last dip" in the lake.

 

To make a long story short (I tell it too often anyways), David was left behind in the mountains of Southern Oregon, and our church went into crisis mode as the search to find him led into the night. (Keep in mind this was...