Total Chaos

Matthew is a first year boy scout this year.  Most of the boys in his Cub Scout den cross over into the associated Boy Scout troupe.  Matthew asked me to be an assistant scout master; he never asks for things, well ok, he never asks for reasonable things.  How could I say no?  So after two consecutive weekends of training and several online courses later, I am now a BSA trained assistant scout master.

I managed to survive my first campout with the Boy Scout Troupe, specifically with Matthew’s patrol: The Spitting Alpacas.

First there was a stop for dinner on the way.  One of the cars shot an alternator, so we had an extended stop.  One of the boys in my car managed drank 2+ 44oz sodas while we waited, and when asked if he need to pee before we left said:  Nah.

Yeah right.  OK, I say, but I’m not stopping.  You’ll just have to put it back into the cup…

He would have made it, but the other boys were making running water sounds the last 10 minutes or so.  I had to pull over literally 40 feet short of the parking lot…

We stayed at the glorious tree houses at S-F Scout Reservation.

They have a grand view of the lake

On Saturday…

There was much fishing, thankfully no one got hooked.

There was much rock throwing, thankfully no one got hit.

There was much running through the woods, thankfully everyone got ticks.

There was also a five-mile hike, its one of the requirements for the scouts to achieve second class. Well it was suppose to be a five mile hike, but one of the boys was SURE he read the map right, until he hadn’t.  So, you know, seven miles isn’t too bad, what’s an extra 10,000+ feet between friends?

We got to stop at Castle Rock along the way.

What a wonderful igneous rock outcrop!

Everyone made it though the hike, even though a couple of the boys, and my feet, wanted to lie down and die in the middle of the road on the way back.

Then there was:

Much fishing, thankfully no one got hooked.

Much rock throwing, thankfully no one got hit.

Much running through the woods, thankfully everyone got ticks.

Followed by dinner of beef stew, a camp fire, and dump cake.  Why beef stew?  Cause I like watching kids dice vegetables with pocket knives!

Needless to say the boys fall asleep much faster the second night.  Sunday came too quickly and after breakfast we were completely out of food.  We packed up and left around 10am.  The boys in my car all passed out within minutes of hitting the highway, and didn’t wake up until we were almost home…