Random Photos from Sunshine Orchard

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Here are some photos I took a couple of days ago, so you can see a little more of what we see everyday. (except for the first picture)



The eclipse. The picture looks boring until you zoom in pretty close.

The girls here are not very shy of cameras, and they thank you when you take their picture.

The Steck's house. It's the only completely wooden house on camps, I think

The Steck's car. Sometimes we ride to town by standing on the back bumper and hanging on to the metal basket thing on the top of the car. It's a very thrilling way to travel.

The Steck's front porch, which functions as a waiting room for their clinic. You can see all kinds of sicknesses and injuries cared for right there on the porch.

The rainbow before the storm. When it rains here, it can rain HARD, harder than anything I've seen in the States.

A little papaya tree! Just in case you wondered what one looks like.

Rain on half of the campus, and blue sky on the other half.

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