The first person to come across after me was Jacob Otagee. Jacob was one of the youngest scouts in the group, and was much smaller than most of us. He worked hard, but by the end of the day, you could see his energy was quickly fading. On top of all of this, Jacob had issues with his gear, especially his boots. A good pair of boots is extremely
Personal Narrative- Mountain Hike In hiking, as in life, there are choices between success and pain, pride and safety; this is the story of one such choice. Last summer I participated in the Rayado program at Philmont Scout Ranch. The eighth day of the trek was my crew’s greatest challenge: Super Black Death, a hike of seven peaks in one day. By 4 PM we had conquered most of the peaks. As we were climbing what we thought was our sixth peak, Big Red, a storm struck. It was a cold driving
the troop. Unfortunately, one is basically a hamster on meth and the other is a world class bitch. Per tradition, I suck in a lungful of air and at the top of my lungs below “GOOD MORNING CAMPERS!”. This is, of course, followed by the official boy scout responses of “Ugghhh, its still darker than a monkey’s taint outside” and other assorted pleasantries. Eventually I beat the sloppy fuckers into a rumpled amalgamation of bleary-eyed, under-fed, man-children. And off we go. As we leave camp, the sun
the winding trail to the night’s campsite. It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems
It is difficult to write about an incomplete life. It would be absurd for me to say that I have led a good life when the developments of the future are yet-unknown, just as I could never bemoan my life for a spate of misfortunes. Nevertheless, there are many experiences I am glad to have had, and some I wish I had been spared. Yet every experience taught me something: experience truly has been the “teacher of all things,” as Julius Caesar once said. The most painful experience of my life, and that
I will volunteer to provide public service through Boy Scouts of America for at least 100 hours which will benefit my community at large and also help me and fellow scouts to advance to eagle rank I volunteered on service events organized through my local boys scout troop, on my own Eagle Scout service project and Eagle Scout service projects of about 10 fellow scouts. This benefited my community and helped me and scouts to deliver our service project, which is a requirement to achieve the Eagle
forward but after hearing news about another boy scout who had died at Philmont Scout Ranch due to a flash flood. These ideas and many more (even more gruesome) populated my subconscious and conscious state of mind. Northern Tier is no easy feat. It’s not as if someone can just say “Oh yeah let's do that next weekend!” Oh au contraire! It took months of planning to go on our Northern Tier trek in the Great White North (Canada). Northern Tier is a Boy Scout high adventure camp in Canada that
Since 1910 the Boy Scouts of America has grown and influenced Boys ranging from the age of 10-17 on the values of life skills and outdoor recreation. Created by Robert Baden Powell in 1908 in England, scouting has grown to over 161 countries and one of the first being the Boy Scouts of America. The Boy Scouts of America has a positive impact on american culture accumulating over 13 million hours in service conducted by over 2.7 million youth members and over a million volunteers in 2012 alone (Facts