Wednesday, September 12, 2012

What Can I Say

Was I the first Brawny Paper Towel Boy?  No. Was I dressed up for Halloween as Paul Bunyan? Nope.  I was at Boy Scout Camp, and I chose those clothes.   That’s right, Boy Scout Camp, I’m actually an Eagle Scout.  I was one of those lucky kids that never went through an awkward phase.  I’ve always looked good.  Check out the boots, laced up high and tight.  Think I’m going to sprain an ankle in those boots?  Impossible.  How about my flannel shirt?  Maximum warmth and style in one piece of clothing….check!  Tight jeans in all the right spots.  Bam.

Some kids didn’t love camp like I did.  What’s not to love? I couldn’t have been more excited to go to the mountains for a week to perfect my skills at shooting, canoeing, and other boy things.  Earning badges for doing things I love, yes please.  Of course there were other badges that weren’t my favorite but for the most part it was an awesome week.  Just hanging out with the boys, eating a ton of food and doing cool things. 

This year was different than other years at Boy Scout Camp because it was a full week.  Most of us hadn’t been away from our families that long.  After the typical orientation and tour of the camp I was getting settled in my tent.  I noticed my roommate acting strange.  Let’s call him Han Solo.  Han started nervously pacing back and forth outside the tent.  Then he started mumbling to himself, “They can’t keep me here…I want to go home…miss my friends…this place sucks…who cares about a stupid badge anyway.”

“Han Solo, are you alright?”

He gave me a dirty look and continued pacing and muttering to himself.

“Buddy if you need to talk – “

His head snapped in my direction and stared at me.  He look completely deranged and then without warning ran away.  I reluctantly ran after him and caught him trying to break his own leg. 

“Han Solo what the heck are you doing?”

“They can’t keep me here if I have a broken leg!!”

Realizing this was beyond any of my badge training I found a counselor.

Ultimately Han Solo had to call parents and they made him stay.  Needless to say Han Solo was mad at me and sharing a tent was uncomfortable to say the least.  After all the drama I still walked out of camp as happy as I walked in, with an awesome wardrobe.  

1 comment:

  1. What camp was this? Was this the year we went to Maple Dell?