07/02/2026
Greetings Dawson Davis has been in TAP since he was 11 years old , he is TAP's Langston Hughes and Poet Laureate. This is his final blog before he heads off to college this month. It is long but well worth the read
Kenneth Stewart
GBO Week: The Final TAP Trip
Growing up is a mandatory experience—a universal one that everyone goes through. Sometimes you may feel ready and sometimes you won’t. Life can also feel like it’s moving too fast in the process and that can be stressful if you let it. For some, change can be a big adjustment, especially if you’re leaving behind family, friends and everything familiar. It’s scary when you think about it, but change is essential for growth. Feeling like you’re not ready, wondering if you’ll come out on the other side, wondering if you’ll lose the friends that you grew up with, the bonds that you grew recently and hoping that adulthood doesn’t ruin your relationships. Like a good friend told “Change is hard, especially when you’re leaving people who feel more like family than friends”. These were the mix of emotions that I felt on my TAP trip for GBO weekend.
When my group and I arrived at my campsite, I was overjoyed with the astonishing and breathtaking view of the trees, the gravel filled sandy beaches, and the soothing chirps of the red robin birds in their nests. Boredom was not an option, their was fun everywhere and you just had to look for it. We spent most of our time canoeing and taking pictures by the beach, while simultaneously enjoying the present and taking all of the scenery in. I hung out with mostly my friends—we played cards in the tent, took long walks, and had long conversations. The real fun wasn’t playing the cards; but simply spending time with them and being around them. We eventually had a sleepover and simply enjoyed each other’s company. It served as a good way for me to distract myself from worrying about this being my last TAP trip.
My favorite part about this trip was GBO day. While my friends were busy lifeguarding, I spent my time in the creek looking under coarse and rough rocks, discovering small and miniscule macro invertebrates, collecting them and placing them into capsules. During my search, me and charles found 2 crawfish, it felt thrilling to explore and find beauty in something so unconventional and unique. After my side quest, I went back to my group and we hung out by the Toccoa River, splashing each other in the cold and frigid water, swimming with the current and enjoying the moment, not knowing this would be our last. Another favorite was the white water rafting. I was nervous at first, because I was afraid that I would get hurt or worse—it was my first time going white water rafting and I was paralyzed with anxiety. My friend Charmez noticed I was scared and reminded me of the strength that I possessed. He reminded me that real strength isn’t about being certain in your abilities or being confident; it’s about willing to look fear dead in its eyes and do it anyway, even if you think you can’t do it. This realization helped me overcome my fear and eventually I had the time of my life. Even though we were all scared, we still smiled, even out of fear. We crashed into waves, got swept up in swirling waves, hit rocky mounds, and almost fell out of our rafts but we survived and lived to tell our story. Once our journey ended, I was hit with the realization that this would be the last TAP trip I ever had with my friends before we went the distance for college, military and beyond. What started off as an adrenaline rush of a ride from white water quickly transitioned into a poignant reminder of the change was yet was come. My foolish attempt to try and distract myself quickly backfired, letting me know that it’s impossible to run from your feelings forever.
GBO weekend was a reminder that growing up doesn’t have to be scary. You’re not always going to be ready for it and sometimes that’s the beauty about growth and change. It’s unexpected. It’s spontaneous. And you’re never really prepared, but change is important. Even though we will be going our separate ways and life will be throwing all of us in different directions, this trip served as closure for me. This was not just a prelude into college but a reminder that this was my last trip as a member of TAP. An organization that I had been apart since I was 11, a place where I met friends that became family and found myself in ways that were unimaginable. A place where I discovered my love for water, scuba diving, writing and community service. TAP is part of who I am and an important chapter of my life that I don’t want to stop writing about or stop reading. If I have the opportunity to still be affiliated with TAP as a college student, I will definitely take the opportunity. I am forever in TAP’s debt for what it has done for me. The stories that I carry with me, the friendships that I acquired, and the memories that I gained are things I cherish for life. The wilderness survival adventures, the early morning community service days, the long rides to Florida for Devil’s Den, International Travels. All of that will be cherished forever. This program has left an indelible mark on me, equipping me with skills that guide as I enter adulthood and embrace the uncertainty of my next journeys.
This isn’t a goodbye TAP; simply a see you later.