Why I Just Love Scouts...
Looks like I need to increase my blog rating by, maybe, writing about something. So here it goes.
Spent the weekend on a scout trip. We canoed in a mountain lake. I went with the venture patrol and canoed to the camp site in the middle of the night. It’s quite something to be out on the water in pitch black darkness, and you can only see the other canoes from the flashlights (and the only person who knew where we were going didn’t have his on. What fun). Then, over the weekend, there were various activities, varying from chasing a sailboat in a kayak, jumping into the water, soaking people by swamping their boats, and other random acts of… not exactly kindness, more like practical jokes or whatever.
And I can’t have a scout outing without burning something ‘round the campfire. I’ve burned holes in jackets and coats before, and I always enjoy burning off all my taste buds by drinking scalding cocoa. Burning my hat was something new, though.
Left it sitting by the fire, and ember fell on it, and then a few holes were burnt into it. It was a pretty cool hat from summer camp, and I hope I can find a new one. But it was quite an exciting trip. I have only one more outing that I can go on as a scout, and I’m wondering what else I can put up in flames (accidentally, mind you). I hope it’s not my tent…
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