June 27, 2011

Da Highs and Da Lows of Scout Camp

It's too dang hot to camp in FL in June/July. Holy cats.

Some highlights and lowlights:

High: Our campsite was between two lakes with a breeze. It was grass... not sand. Sweeet!

Low: Ants. Dang it. There were ants in the pavillion, something we were not aware of it and it got in all our stuff. My sons and I spent a good while cleaning it out.

High: When my eldest realized that the ants had absolutely covered my sheets and pillow (velour type), he grabbed them up and said he'd take care of it. I could do the small stuff. I stood there in the pavillion looking out watching him bang out 1000 red ants off my stuff... never did I ask, never did he complain.

Low: The food is not so good.

High: But it's not offensive.

Funny: This morning I stood in line for breakfast and the Staff went to put a scoop of something on my plate. Said I, "Wait. What is that?" The medic was standing beside me and he said, "Grits." I looked at the Staff, shook my head and said, "MY grits don't look like that. The don't come shaped from an ice cream scoop... I'll pass." Blech!

High: The Lake they swam in didn't have leaches and appeared clean.

Last Year's Low: My kids had just finished their swim test last year when they got out of the water and were drying off. A group of other scouts had been playing around in the water and when they got out, one of them had a leach. My boys were a mess on that one. Blech.

High: The counselors seemed really funny and nice. The boys seemed to genuninely enjoy their instructors.

Low: Waking up at 2AM and finding an ant on my leg.

High: Realizing I'd actually fallen asleep as when I laid there for two hours listening to the ground mice (many), crickets, bugs, and nature in general, I thought, "This is going to be the longest 8 hours of my life..." That's pretty tough considering I had two labors longer than 8 hours...

Low: Hurting. Good Lord, I hurt all night. I was stiff, my hips hurt, my left foot hurts from walking too much and that injury from that stupid marathon and all the stupid half marathons isn't healed and evidently WON'T heal as it's been... what, two years? I still hurt. I just keep moving so I don't think about it. I feel like the tin man. What in the hell am I going to be like in 30 years? Holy cats...

High: Spending time with my boys and watching them as the leaders. Watching them do what they need to do without my input or assistance. Watching them... function as contributing members to a society.

Watching them... not need me.

Oh! Biggest High!: I only stayed one night! They have four more to go! Bwhahahahaha!

Posted by Boudicca at June 27, 2011 09:07 PM
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I had to read this because none of my experiences with Scouts have ever *had* highs.

I take that back.
There was the one high that would have read, "When Younger Son fell face first on the piece of rebar that was being used instead of a decent tent spike, he permanently scarred his nose instead of gouging out his eye."
And the follow-up high would have read, "At least The Husband had a first aid kit while not one of the other BOY SCOUT: BE PREPARED leaders had so much as a friggin' Band Aid."

Sorry.
I really hate the Scouts in this area.

Posted by: Roses at June 28, 2011 07:09 AM

No mosquitoes? For me, that would be the ultimate high. I can't stand mosquitoes.

As to the aches and pains ... maybe another visit to a physical therapist would help? It took me two separate visits to get the plantar fasciitis under control, but I am happy to say that something which plagued me for a long time appears to be gone. You might give it another try. :)

Posted by: PeggyU at June 28, 2011 02:17 PM

You are a far better woman than I. I bow before you, Model of Motherhood. Camping. Oy!

Posted by: Leigh at June 28, 2011 06:19 PM

Roses, I'm so sorry your Troop is so sucky. That ruins it. We've got a good group of parents. We have 50+ boys in our Troop and REALLY active parents that for the most part are not controlling. It's boy run. We have our dysfunctions... but nothing like that, Thank Goodness. And funnier still, I think not only do all of us have our own first aid kits, our trailer has a HUGE first aid kit (I just restocked it) and I think 3/4 of the kids carry one.

Peggy- NO MOSQUITOES which is BIG. VERY BIG. That would ruin it all. I do need to see someone about my foot... but I don't have the time. I think I'm wondering too if they'll put me in some boot, at which point... I'll just walk out. I don't do the boot unless something is broken. The key is finding a competent doctor I trust. Other than my guy 45 minutes from here that helped me through my marathon, my batting average for guys I trust with my feet isn't so good...

Leigh- I slept like a rock last night. Sleeping on the ground is highly overrated!

Posted by: Bou at June 28, 2011 06:29 PM

I had to dig up info about the last place I Scout Camped. It is now called the Northwoods Scout Reservation and its a pretty nice place. It even has showers (now).

It was a pure out-in-the-woods camping under canvas (tent, cot, & daddy-longlegs).

Plenty of split wood for the open cook fire. Each campsite came with a full set of cast iron cooking utensils, an open sided pavilion so we could eat out of the rain, and an open wash "house".

The campsite had vault toilets, but not closed box outhouses you find at State Parks, instead they had a Frank Lloyd Wright airy feel to them with good privacy panels but plenty of openness.

I has a nice lake, even if it has plenty of weeds and bass to nip at you as you swam.

We had a not-ready-to-rough-it Scoutmaster who was required to leave his generator and Coleman stove back at his truck as we were required to pack everything a mile back to our campsite. That made life interesting. It was nothing like camping in our nylon tents now a days.

Posted by: The Thomas at June 28, 2011 09:40 PM