This weekend, the troop traveled up to our summer camp to make repairs. Our usual ambition was curtailed by the lack of our resident volunteer contractor, since the council had moved the date of the activity well after the troop had worked out its own calendar. Although our troop started the tradition of the “Good Turn” as a practical and peculiar measure, the meme has flowered and spread. This is good for the camp, but does not seem so good for the ranger, whose burden, once relieved by the small scale effort, was restored unto him by its wider application. I accompanied the party which headed out to clear the fire road, a path which I find little time to walk when I serve at camp in the summer. It was a pleasant task, but fatal to much vegetation!
At the campfire, the quality was what I have come to expect, although I would value rehearsal and better acting over new material. The MC ran out of material early, and we received a drum recital. I was surprised that nobody had noticed that the Sherlock Holmes book was available, since those stories are always popular at camp. Sunday breakfast was fancier than I had anticipated, and the Scout’s Own as very short, but I admire the courage of the young man who shared his thoughts at the non-denominational “service”.
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