The Hatrak Survival Program (HSP) is one of the oldest traditions of the NAD Youth Leadership Camp. It plunges four groups of campers into the central Oregon wilderness for five days, supervised only by three staff members per group who remain mostly silent (other than evening chats, dispensing prescribed medications, and dealing with emergencies) throughout the survival program.

This year, YLC lost a group during HSP! According to Salem-News.com, 19 hearing-impaired students were apparently lost, and the group’s team leader was sent back to town to call for help. Search teams roamed the landscape, and an Oregon Army National Guard helicopter from the 1042nd Air Ambulance Unit assisted in the search.

Today, the 19 campers turned up at YLC, assumedly safe and sound. I’m glad they’re back. I’m not going to attack YLC for losing their campers. I’ve worked at camps before, and kids get lost more often than you think. It’s even harder when it’s a deaf camp and you can’t just call out their names and expect them to respond.

It’s an absolutely frightening scenario for camp directors and parents alike. I also know that YLC takes every measure possible to make sure that their campers don’t get lost. While we’re waiting to hear an update from YLC on what happened, why don’t you review the YLC Blog?

In the meantime, I must share my HSP ‘97 stories!! My sneakers melted when they were placed too close to the fire. Another group member mistakenly left my backpack (with EVERYTHING in it) by the side of the trail, and I found out hours later. It rained nonstop for 2 days. We formally voted to give up and walk back to YLC, but a surprise visit from I. King Jordan raised our spirits. We built a 30-foot-high tower, a monkey bridge, an elevated platform, and a cable zip line. They took away my metal walking stick (which I needed because I have Usher and had no sense of balance) because it was a form of “technology.” One night, I slept in a puddle of water in the corner of a tent which had accumulated during a downpour, being squashed by an enormous, 300-pound fellow camper who kept stealing my blanket (my sleeping bag was left behind with my backpack, remember?), and recall screaming out of rage throughout the night, knowing that no one could hear me for miles.

As I said, I’m glad the campers are back and safe.


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