In the Dust of Kilimanjaro, Sprout Style [The Reason For Sprout *abridged]

A moment burned in my brain happened early one morning as kids rose sticky-eyed from their small safari tents.  It was our first morning waking up in our savanna camp in view of Mt. Kilimanjaro. We had arrived late the night before, so the only thing the kids knew was the flurry of activity of setting up camp in the dark: sweat, hustle and a cloud of dust. But now it was morning, and the mist covering the mountain was starting to burn off in the heat of the rising sun.