I just noticed this post I wrote back in April but never published! So here it is… better late than never?
Last weekend, 4/4 – 4/6 was Jamie’s last camping trip as a Cub Scout, and the last one with the 452/785 units. Jamie’s been a Cub Scout for 5 years now. He’s been to just about every camping trip (or maybe every one?), and I have to say this might have been the best camping trip yet. It sure had the best weather I can remember.
Jamie and I headed down to camp on Friday afternoon. I took off at lunch on Friday to finish packing, so that shortly after Jamie got home from school we could take off. We ended up getting to the camp around 5pm. It seems everyone was a little later getting there this year. Only a few people beat us there; we pretty much had our pick of spots to set up on.
Friday was the typical Camporee Friday: it’s all about “getting there” and getting set up. Since we were there so early we helped others as they rolled in. I probably helped put up 5 or 6 tents that afternoon. Jamie helped some too, in between running around with other boys, shaking sticks and playing whatever game they had going with the neighboring pack. (I heard something about a truce, and the breaking of the truce, and preparations for war…)
On Saturday things went a little differently. Normally all the boys in all dens stay together as they float from activity to activity, escorted along by some of the parents. This year the older boys had separate activities. From 9am-11am they built rockets, launched rockets, practiced the scout Oath and Law (in preparation for Cross Over that evening), and for the first time I can remember…. tomahawk throw!!!
As Jamie transitions into Boy Scouts it strikes me how fast it all went by. As one of the mom’s of one of Jamie’s fellow Cub Scouts put it… “in the blink of an eye they became Boy Scouts.”