Another fine scout camp year is behind me. That will make 10 years in a row I have attended or ran a camp as either a scout master or some kind of leader.
I actually visited camps in the mid-to-late 90's but really started as a father in 2002 with Forrest, then as a Young Men's President in 2003, then as a scout master in Virginia in 2004 and 2005, then as a father again in 2006, then as a young men leader again from 2007 till now.
I don't remember all of the events, but I have tried to get better over the years, understand the rules as they constantly change. Being a Scout Master is a busy calling. This year was no different.
Luckily, I had good help. But I back up a moment. I actually went from assistant scout master, to scout master, back to assistant scout master because my schedule got busy, but I wanted to stay with the scout.
Then, the scout master that replaced me moved and I was stuck alone as the sole leader for a while. Camp came and I did it on my own. I totally understand. You can't just become scout master overnight. It takes a lot of time to understand all of it. I am still trying to get all the rules.
Then, that scout master was released and I was stuck as the sole guy again. But, then a new one was called and he has been eager to learn and is learning fast. Mike Lamb and Brian Card were Scout Master and Assistant Scout master this year (there are two assistants).
Now that I have confused you, just know that camp was awesome this year. We switch every year, one year we go to an organized camp, the other year we do our own camp. This year we did our own up the American Fork canyon in a beautiful setting, worked on Camping merit badge, went canoeing, learned a little about life saving, and Brian set up a sling shot range (it was probably the hit of the camp).
My dufus here (me) made brownies in dutch oven (an experiment) and besides a sun burn earlier that day, got sick from eating A LOT of the uncooked brownie mix (the coals weren't working very well). While everyone got to hike Timp Cave, I had to lay in my tent all day, waiting for something to happen to my stomach... nothing happened. Got a ride home half a day early from someone visiting.
The picture above shows how I looked before I left camp. Even though there could be no more beautiful place to be sick (with the port a potty standing close by), it was better to recoup in the comfort in my own bed.
The miracle came when I received the inspiration for my next film while laying there begging The Lord to "take me". Instead, I wrote the story to a new film I am writing called Lemonade Stand.
You will hear about it soon.
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Location:In Bed
