I've mentioned in previous posts that I wasn't a very outdoorsy kid. Someone must have an odd sense of humor- awhile back, I was asked to be an Assistant Scoutmaster to a patrol of 11 year old Boy Scouts (and "Assistant" is a misnomer- I don't currently have any dedicated help). Anyway, we're going on our first campout this weekend, and I'm a little apprehensive. My family's idea of camping when I was a kid was "drag the camper out to Detroit Lake", and the last time we did that, I was probably 8. I got a one night campout during the "outdoor leader skills" training back in November, but other than that, this is my first "real" campout... Luckily, a bunch of the kids' dads are coming along (some of whom are experienced scout leaders and outdoorsmen), it's a camporee (lots of other scouts around) and the weather's supposed to be good. Still, I've been running around like a headless chicken for the past few days trying to scrape all the equipment together and figure out what I'm doing. My dad and our committee chair have been very helpful and gracious with my ineptitude, though.
Anyway, if I never post again, it's probably because I didn't come back. ;^) Wish me luck. I'll probably post some choice pictures if I do make it back.
If you die, can I have your TV? ;-)
Sorry, no such luck. I made it back alive. Maybe next time, though...
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