Way back when, I was in the Boy Scouts. My Dad was the scoutmaster for a large portion of my scouting career so it was doubly neat to be involved together. I grew up in the boonies, so scouting type stuff was pretty much what we did anyhow…it was just organized. We were outdoors all the time. We hiked and canoed and camped seemingly every weekend. Many kids growing up before the computer age lived like that I guess and I am fortunate to have been a part of it.
Anyhow, we went to scout camp each summer. As I got older, the time got to be a lot more fun. I guess we all got confident and a little cocky. We went to camp and sort of looked for mischief…good mischief, but mischief none-the-less.
We went to visit my parents this weekend and my Dad turned up an old camp picture from 1986. Where I lived, our scout camp was called Custaloga Town Scout Reservation. I have all sorts of fond memories walking about the woods at the camp, mucking around in the lake and rappelling off the water tower. I did my mile-swim at camp and had a grand time staying up too late acting stupid. It’s fun to look at this old pic and see faces of me, my dad and my brother…all when we were a lot younger!
Scouting is stuck in a no-win political mess and has to compete with so many activities that are available for young men. My kids are not involved in scouts because of all of the other things they are in, so they get a similar experience I hope. I know they find plenty of time for mischief so that doesn’t worry me…it isn’t Camp Custaloga Town for my kids, but rather band camp now…it’s all good!