The Outpost was born on a long weekend in the Golden Isles of South Georgia when a few friends went in search of rest and adventure. An artist, a lawyer, a teacher and a preacher hit the road and headed toward a remote island outpost that boasted ancient stories, pristine beaches, wilderness trails, and even a herd of wild brahmas. We paddled kayaks on sacred waters and feasted like kings on island fare. We canvased the terrain in a rusty pick-up truck that was beyond it's second-wind, heard amazing tales of life off the beaten path, and watched the morning mist hang thick in the spanish moss.

One night  we saw an old salt marsh become a divine amphitheatre. In the orange glow of  a near perfect sunset the creation gathered round our old fishing boat and sang the praises of her Creator. Even the flora and fauna seemed to be in harmony. It was one of those moments that defy words. In the wonder of it all, some even say that they saw fish flying. Others say they found some healing from the stress of the daily grind. That's our story and every word of it is true.

At the Outpost, we feel that a story like that is worth sharing. Actually, we've begun doing that with our dads and a few others. The power and beauty of divine moments teach us to revere God and seek Him all the days of our life. In shared experience we build strong bonds with each other.You might describe us as a multi-generational base camp with a vision  to see men restored to God, reconciled to each other, and reconnected to the creation.