Sunday, July 3, 2016

BOY SCOUT CAMP

IT’S SUNDAY AND I FEEL LIKE I’M 12 YEARS OLD AGAIN AS I PACK MY GEAR FOR BOY SCOUT CAMP. I SPENT MY YOUTH BSA CAMPING AND FAMILY CAMPING IN THE OLD RED UMBRELLA TENT, AND I THNK IT ACCOUNTS FOR MY LIFE STYLE THE LAST 19 YEARS LIVING IN AN RV OR THIS MOUNTAIN CABIN.

I DON’T REALLY HEAD OFF TO SCOUT CAMP UNTIL A WEEK FROM TODAY, BUT I’VE GOT A LONG WAY TO TRAVEL FROM ARIZONA TO OHIO. I’M FILLING IN FOR MY SON IN-LAW AS AN ADULT LEADER BECAUSE DANIEL IS DEPLOYED WITH THE AIR FORCE IN PAKISTAN. I’LL BE WITH TROOP 466 INCLUDING ALAN AND EDDIE, MY GRANDSONS.

GETTING MY GEAR TOGETHER SURE BRINGS BACK A FLOOD OF OLD MEMORIES….

UNCLE AJ QUOTES COME TO MIND, “WHO WILL ADMIT NOW” OR “DAMN EAGLE SCOUTS CAN’T EVEN BUILD A TOAST FIRE”

I SPENT ALL MY TEEN YEARS SUMMERS AS A MEMBER OF THE CANYON CAMP BSA STAFF. THE WORST SUNDAY MEMORY WAS THE SUNDAY I HAD TO SAY “GOODBY” TO JUANITO AFTER HE SPENT A YEAR IN OUR HOME AS AN EXCHANGE STUDENT FROM EUCADOR. I SWAM LAPS IN THE POOL FOR A LONG TIME TO HIDE THE TEARS…..

OR THE TIME I FOUND HAIR CURLERS IN THE BOTTOM OF THE POOL AFTER WE HAD SNUCK IN SOME STOCKTON GIRLS FOR A MIDNIGHT SWIM……

ENOUGH, I BETTER GET BACK ON TRACK OR I’LL FORGET SOMETHING….. LET’S SEE, 7 PAIRS OF SOCKS, BUG DOPE, PONCHO,

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CAT,………. CAT?

WISH ME LUCK !!!

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