Post by Jenna Johnson
Resilient People, Resilient Pants
It was time. I needed a break from graduate school. I wanted to step outside my comfort zone and clear my head. The opportunity presented itself and so I jumped: a weeklong service trip to two mountain communities in Nicaragua with a gaggle of wide-eyed college students and one not-so-nutty professor from Winthrop University. Sleeping in a hammock for a week? Mmmm… I’ll give it a try.
Beans and tortillas for every meal? I love beans and tortillas. It can’t be that bad. Helping out and learning from some of the hardy survivors of a war that is not such a distant memory? ¡Sí!
I boarded the plane to Managua wearing my MK Granite Creek Pant, which has a side zip pocket that is perfectly sized for a passport, a customs form, and a fistful of córdobas. These were the only pair of pants I brought for the trip. I was headed for 80-degree days, after all, and shorts seemed to take up far less space in my pack. We spent the first three days in the remote village of Pueblo Viejo: teaching English lessons to the children, painting the teacher’s house, starting a community garden, and conducting a cooking workshop for the locals whose diets are almost completely lacking in nutrient-rich vegetables. It rained every afternoon, which didn’t seem to faze the residents, but meant that we spent a good deal of time scraping mud from our shoes.
Truth be told, I ended up wearing my Granite Creek Pant on most days. They were light enough to be comfortable during the daytime heat, long enough to keep the mosquitoes at bay, and provided sufficient coverage to keep my ankles warm while sleeping in my hammock at night.

For the remainder of the trip, we set up camp in Tierra Blanca. Here we partnered with medical staff from the nearest city to offer a free health clinic on the front porch of one family’s home. Residents eagerly walked to the clinic for the chance to talk with a doctor and step on a scale. (Yes, getting weighed was a highlight for them!) They walked away, often with happy tears in their eyes, truly grateful for a Ziploc bag of donated children’s vitamins and antifungal cream.
Needless to say, my pants – and just about everything else in my pack – were a little on the dirty side after the first five days. So Reina, our delightful hostess in Tierra Blanca, offered to clean my Granite Creek Pant (and some of my fellow travelers’ clothes) on her washboard. The pants spent the day drying over a barbed wire fence and I looked forward to traveling home in clean clothes.
REC Back home in Charlotte, my pants and other belongings spent the night on the back porch, thanks to a bed bug scare on our last night, which was spent unexpectedly in a hotel in Matagalpa. I’m happy to report that the pants are now clean, my head is now clear, and I have a deeper understanding of the daily struggles of the Nicaraguan people. Their stories are sometimes painful. Their days are often long and difficult. But through the sadness in their eyes, you can also see resilience and hope. And that is one lesson I will never forget.
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