Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Uh-oh Moments at Camp Orr




That moment when you wonder, was that poison ivy?



 That moment you realize this is one good looking tree...but you're really not a tree hugger.



That moment you discover that the guy in charge of the canoe trek your son is going on, is nicknamed Killer



That moment you realize you are a hiker.



That moment you realize just exactly what latrine duty is and that you have it.



That moment you're singing "Head and shoulders, knees and toes" and you can't remember where your head is.



That moment you wonder how you're going to make this work..



The moment you realize it is time for inspection.



That moment you drop your glass of gator-ade in the mess-hall...



That moment.....well, this moment....








Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Helpful Advice for Happy Campers

A list of do's and don'ts (mostly don'ts):


Don't jump off cliffs--not even little ones.


Don't wake yourself up when you're sleeping.

Don't scoff at battery operated fans--they are worth every penny you will spend on D cell batteries. You might end up paying as much for batteries as for the fan. Still totally worth it.



Do take advantage of every opportunity to use the "nice" bathroom, whether or not you have to "go." Don't use the "open air" bathroom. Not cool. Well, maybe it is cool...and a little breezy.



Don't get caught in the rain without your rain gear.

Don't leave your walking stick at home.


Do make sure your "swimming buddy" can swim. That is, if you can swim.


Don't forget to apply sunscreen.

Don't lose your bug spray on the first day.


Don't choose a tent that faces west in the summer. Ever. Even if you are cold-blooded like me.



Do make sure you have fresh batteries in your flashlight before venturing out to the bathroom in the middle of the night. You might want to take 2 flashlights, just in case.


Don't tip over your canoe. Unless you want to learn how to turn it right side up.



 Do stay on the sunshiny side of your canoe. Not the watery side.



Don't agree to lead an expedition unless you know where you are going.



Do bring water shoes--there are lots of mossy rocks to slip on and inquisitive minnows that will want to nibble your toes. Also probably water snakes and alligator gar. And elk...although water shoes aren't likely to help much in that particular situation.




Don't attempt to dry clothes in the rain.



Don't let anyone see what is in your hand...especially when you're playing cards.
or if you are holding a lizard.



I am not quite sure what advice would be appropriate here...


Do smile and say "cheese."
 



Do be prepared to have a great time!!!!






Sunday, July 28, 2013

"On My Honor" Exploratory Meeting

July 25, 2013

Some good points were made, valid questions were raised and a few plans were put in place. I will try to summarize the things I thought important. Items in parentheses are my personal opinions and commentary. (of course, I am going to have opinions and commentary...)

There were about 25 people (more or less) there, mostly men (three ladies-two from Troop 30!). There were 4--maybe 5--troops represented. Some of the troop numbers that I can recall:  Troop 30 (yea! five of us) Troop 393, Troop 339, Troop 11 (probably the largest group present but Troop 30 had almost as many there) and Den 1. There were scoutmasters, cubmasters, den leaders, ex officio leaders, wood badge trained leaders and parents. Oh! and one Senior Patrol Leader. (a scout of character, who was a homeschooler; more about him later)

Thee was a consensus that realistically  there is probably no chance that the decision will be changed, no matter how many Scouts and Scouters rise up in protest. (there was an agenda from the beginnning--they knew how the vote would go right from the get-go, because that is how they wanted it to go)

BSA is counting on there being people who will just cruise along, continuing in BSA because change is difficult and it's just easier to do what they've always done. (and if a lot of troops do this, the gays will have in essence won) (remember, what's in parentheses is my opinion)

Most of those present were totally not surprised how the vote went down. After all, BSA is not a Christian organization at heart, even though there are Christian principles at its foundation.  (And it was just a matter of time until it became politically correct)

(since Boy Scouts is boy led, what kind of boys are going to be leading? esp. with the ban lifted the gays will feel they have to make a point and will push the gay boys to be leaders.)

There was some discussion about the next, inevitable step, presumably lifting the ban on gay leaders. (they never really came out and said those words, which I thought a bit odd, maybe they just assumed we all thought that would be the next step)

Most, if not all, of the peole present, are planning to leave BSA so there was some concern and sympathy for the guys who are close to getting their Eagle rank and would like to do that. They want to be able to identify some (safe) troops for them to be able to transfer to so they can finish their Eagle. They referred to these young men as orphan scouts.

The point was made that even though most of the general population in scouting doesn't agree with the gay agenda, it is being pushed through by the radicals and the gays.

One man commented that if we start on the ground floor of this new organization it will be us (we?) who are the pioneers, who are the ones blazing the trail, setting the standards and beginning the traditions.

Several of the men thought that the On My Honor group has already written a lot of policies and done a lot of planning--more than what we might think just from what we see on the website.  They were of the opinion that the On My Honor people saw the writing on the wall a long ago and began unofficially planning even before the vote.

Some of the outcomes:
-This group is planning to meet on a monthly basis so as to be able to hit the ground running when the On My Honor organization goes live--presumably Jan. 1, 2014. (I am planning to be at as many of those meetings as possible) The meetings will be the third Thursday of each month (I think--I didn't write it down so I don't remember but we will get emails) and will be held at the Memorial Road Church of Christ.

-One troop is considering NOT renewing their charter with the BSA but going ahead and using the curriculum, the handbooks, and the merit badge books they already own on an unofficial basis until the new school year of 2014 and then see what On My Honor looks like and maybe start up with the new organization at that time. They haven't officially decided (just to make that point clear)

-We left our email addresses and phone numbers and got a point of contact (Mike Flowers: the gentleman who set up this meeting and will be heading up the next meetings.)

-Several men there--probably 2 or 3--are planning to go to the On My Honor national meeting in September and report back to us. (I think Troop 30 should send Kelly and I) (no? well, it was worth a try)


And the young man I promised to tell you about? Just as the meeting was winding down, he spoke up to thank us all for coming to the meeting, and for all we do for scouts and for our sons.  My husband spoke to him after the meeting and found out he was a homeschooled Star Scout who was about a year and a half away from Eagle.  However, he was choosing to leave the BSA. It made me sick to think about what the BSA stole from him but I was so proud of him for being a young man of character and conviction (exactly the kind of young man needed for the fledgling On My Honor organization!)


Saturday, July 13, 2013

Sensory Overload at Camp Orr
























Sunlight filtering in through the door of the tent, the smell of sausage and eggs wafting through the air. 
A myriad of bird calls and serenades. 
Foot steps crunching on rocks and twigs. 
Voices of scouts--some low and rumbly, others high and excited. 
Minty toothpaste, mapley oatmeal and spicy sausage. 
The mist choking the mountains from your view. 
Three hundred voices pledging allegiance to the flag and reciting the Boy Scout Law. 






A little sparrow, flitting through the trees, and a hawk riding the high air currents, circling and gliding until he is lost from our sight. 

Cold river water running over your feet, the heat of the afternoon sun burning down on your back and arms. 














Careful steps on the mossy river rocks, the feel of minnows nibbling on your toes. 
The cheerful chirp of a cricket and the whirr of a wasp.
The cool greens and browns of the forest. 





















A flash of blue in the tree tops, gone so quickly you wonder if you actually saw anything. 
Flinty rocks in uniform layers beside the stream, huge rock bluffs jutting out from the trees. 
The insistent tapping of a woodpecker and the rude cawing of the crow. 
The poof of a gas lantern being lit and the crackle of a bonfire. 
The melodic ring of the bell, twelves times, one for each point in the scout law.




Warm darkness envelopes us as we settle down to sleep and the melody of "taps" echoes around the hills and floats through the night.







Friday, July 12, 2013

*POI* at Camp Orr



*Points of Interest*  
(discovered and named by yours truly)


Hades Hill 
No-Name Path
The Snack Shack
The Nice Restroom
The Even Nicer Restroom
The "Other" Restroom
Vespers Vista
Dead Man's Bluff
Fossil Beach
Steakhouse AKA Coffeehouse AKA The Hogan 
Armadillo Hill
Snake Road
The Possibly Shorter Shortcut
Woodpecker Woods
Tire Shredder Hill (looks innocent but shreds tires)
Mystery Falls (the mystery is why it isn't on the map)
Cub Scout Cave (so small only a cub scout could get in)
Crazy Mountain
Even Crazier Mountain (I learned my lesson on Crazy Mountain so I don't have a photo) (jus' sayin')



Vespers Vista


Cub Scout Cave

                                                    
       Crazy Mountain


Armadillo Hill


The Possibly Shorter Shortcut


The snake on Snake Road


Woodpecker Woods



One of the "Other" Restrooms


Nightmare Outhouse AKA Outhouse with a View


No-Name Path


Fossil Beach and Dead Man's Bluff