tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35992611933392366092024-03-12T19:41:33.067-07:00Northern New Mexico DistrictLowell Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13137439380852113364noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599261193339236609.post-11094336158940454882010-06-16T14:42:00.000-07:002010-06-16T15:25:35.538-07:00Life in the Wild West<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In the old days in the Wild West, little boys spent their days playing in the pine forests. They carried knives, they were allowed to shoot wild game, they made their own rope to swing across raging rivers. It was great. By “old days in the Wild West” I mean at Cub Scout Wild West Day Camp recently held in Rendija Canyon. </span></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:";font-size:130%;" ><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi082TTG272gmBP_SDP431wKANl8g6robzdkORdt-_mMnS8IpHCGmIiWwDEfO3bEE_I0M7M2XGKjZkQ3fR9dmaaSe1TS11yGvLu_XqLAeMxQ-C1lUjDO2Tw2kw5bjm6asAEXqv9Ykc1jam2/s1600/DSC07107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi082TTG272gmBP_SDP431wKANl8g6robzdkORdt-_mMnS8IpHCGmIiWwDEfO3bEE_I0M7M2XGKjZkQ3fR9dmaaSe1TS11yGvLu_XqLAeMxQ-C1lUjDO2Tw2kw5bjm6asAEXqv9Ykc1jam2/s400/DSC07107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483491102279569010" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></div> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Don’t worry. The Cub Scouts </span><span style="font-size:130%;">were only allowed to carry </span><span style="font-size:130%;">knives at the well-supervised </span><span style="font-size:130%;">soap carving station. Soap is an ideal material for carving.<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfkZ3RFdZzuoeg0Pjy6QBVyTbyvxlUYpg3b8fXtMr3jpkJuPk5Kr81PupobpEI22ew6JCEuKY6yDOkYyry1OreQsNXIRMrAP4A-oIUGPGCUPYrlSrIXicg8V6SlM3su1MAyintWkG4IN2/s1600/DSC07118.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfkZ3RFdZzuoeg0Pjy6QBVyTbyvxlUYpg3b8fXtMr3jpkJuPk5Kr81PupobpEI22ew6JCEuKY6yDOkYyry1OreQsNXIRMrAP4A-oIUGPGCUPYrlSrIXicg8V6SlM3su1MAyintWkG4IN2/s400/DSC07118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483493609912017666" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> When the boys got home in the evening their mothers no doubt suggested another use of soap. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I arrived in camp in my badge-</span><span style="font-size:130%;">festooned District Committee </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Chairman Scout shirt, and the </span><span style="font-size:130%;">boys were very impressed. The first Cub Scout I encountered looked me in the eyes, reached out his hand, and said, “Can you put this in the garbage for me?” </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I located the trash can. Then I </span><span style="font-size:130%;">wandered around the other </span><span style="font-size:130%;">activity stations where boys </span><span style="font-size:130%;">were braiding rope, playing marbles, making wampum belts and teepees, and one where they showed the greatest skill – eating cookies.<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnWbR2NnbhCuOmDRlrvkpHtyFyt_DFUfgYv9fQU4XL1QNwGUTebC4SKMh_Tr986cmFNBGYm8o3WJMEcwLBjGwwLOPjsC1lwOoEnyB9ReHU7YGCWXwBzKsgcN2uS77D4cPf4XF1RXbyETV/s1600/DSC07111.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnWbR2NnbhCuOmDRlrvkpHtyFyt_DFUfgYv9fQU4XL1QNwGUTebC4SKMh_Tr986cmFNBGYm8o3WJMEcwLBjGwwLOPjsC1lwOoEnyB9ReHU7YGCWXwBzKsgcN2uS77D4cPf4XF1RXbyETV/s400/DSC07111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483491643033658706" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> Throwing sticks at a furry protein source was a popular wilderness survival activity, but, for the sake of PETA and because no actual four-legged protein source signed up to help, the Cubs used soda bottles as targets. Most of the soda bottles evaded the sticks.<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEn1IpICgIeAISCucRRYD0hK_SdhgLWO717-4tF2iN7N0T3A1DLPXAHtpaJeo39ERs4EDtX0QRAVhyphenhyphenHzhLK81uo3auxYkN_Y_p-p0pTM2dYy2jcQNA2WmFF3J4znZQmbrAGWvN-eibZLF/s1600/DSC07149.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEn1IpICgIeAISCucRRYD0hK_SdhgLWO717-4tF2iN7N0T3A1DLPXAHtpaJeo39ERs4EDtX0QRAVhyphenhyphenHzhLK81uo3auxYkN_Y_p-p0pTM2dYy2jcQNA2WmFF3J4znZQmbrAGWvN-eibZLF/s400/DSC07149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483496470903985058" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">They made telephones out of tin cans and string, like the </span><span style="font-size:130%;">communication devices people </span><span style="font-size:130%;">used hundreds of years ago in the 1950s.<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJICmCoERfzSFdzuZmAZXg-YzDesfz3m_7pqcCLD2Q2x2mL0kgoQTHTTIJEBZ1V-oH33MTskzDhuavjWPiNp7XbixjrxMAsdOUl9zNLu5WszubarBzKCTMME4nASwqMeD1xITO1xtnS0Z/s1600/DSC07124.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJICmCoERfzSFdzuZmAZXg-YzDesfz3m_7pqcCLD2Q2x2mL0kgoQTHTTIJEBZ1V-oH33MTskzDhuavjWPiNp7XbixjrxMAsdOUl9zNLu5WszubarBzKCTMME4nASwqMeD1xITO1xtnS0Z/s400/DSC07124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483494369176204242" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> And they ate more cookies. Other Wild West activities included making adobe bricks (by pouring water on their socks) and milking a PETA-approved cow (part of which was made from a rubber glove).</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The boys were well-supervised by volunteers who could have </span><span style="font-size:130%;">been at work watching training </span><span style="font-size:130%;">videos but who gave all that up to be outside teaching little boys how to pound randomly-spaced holes in leather to make a small, leather pouch, which looked, in the end, like a . . . Out of deference to all the steers who might read this, I’ll not tell you what it looks like.<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsxktzI1IQm2nKv7Xk4QuPruJDMUolyRrKoxEsJ10sfE4ckDiacMrpxgGXcrF4I5HGCX4ZEMNjMlLDWRGaIbfpqC_8OQBte5xGNUCX2o2svBU7Kv8W1MNVuJ6nNcNQGHxa8stkn3a0Mii/s1600/DSC07112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsxktzI1IQm2nKv7Xk4QuPruJDMUolyRrKoxEsJ10sfE4ckDiacMrpxgGXcrF4I5HGCX4ZEMNjMlLDWRGaIbfpqC_8OQBte5xGNUCX2o2svBU7Kv8W1MNVuJ6nNcNQGHxa8stkn3a0Mii/s400/DSC07112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483492239597579058" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On the first day of camp, the </span><span style="font-size:130%;">boys were given a yellow, Wild </span><span style="font-size:130%;">West Adventure t-shirt, but at the end of the day it was less yellow and more what your crayon box would call “Rendija Canyon.” This was in part because these young boys had spent part of their day crawling on their bellies toting a 30-30 Winchester rifle and shooting at buffalo.<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9sdUPUD1xAt31xSbgq1U1qVZsYGQdRlD9Alh3TO_mKjQHIPia7FD8qdTkEEPwxLi9RD3kVz39A7gUOOQfed9ZNg3IXN40t5qLM12uy0GP2xp9ulLvFZ_lxX582LHwRQEBP4STkd6FAxO/s1600/DSC07126.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9sdUPUD1xAt31xSbgq1U1qVZsYGQdRlD9Alh3TO_mKjQHIPia7FD8qdTkEEPwxLi9RD3kVz39A7gUOOQfed9ZNg3IXN40t5qLM12uy0GP2xp9ulLvFZ_lxX582LHwRQEBP4STkd6FAxO/s400/DSC07126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483494933000081186" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> Actually, PETA, that’s not quite true. The boys, under adult supervision, shot BB guns at various targets, including at raw eggs. They targeted no actual game animals, unless you believe, as I do, that an egg is what a chicken turns back into after being forced to watch a training video.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="ecxecxecxmsonormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white;font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >The camp was great for little </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >boys. It was high adventure. It taught them skills that they can use throughout their lives. Years from now, when one of our Cubs comes across a car stuck in a snow bank, he can approach the stranded family and say, “Fear not. I have a pencil, a milk carton, some string, and an empty Jell-O cup. I’ll make a windlass.”<span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><span style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7-DSpcBX37kW97xepwS9wda5ZuNC4WBGr4plkPn1NF3dVMmRaLQIPa9RCtxdLewLjJ6QvWVTE6N6a3poKWGteZSxzIFy4-7ts-vLjYXihhILfLco3SACTCA0RfkoeJFm5UlyCQ3CXCjf/s1600/DSC07131.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7-DSpcBX37kW97xepwS9wda5ZuNC4WBGr4plkPn1NF3dVMmRaLQIPa9RCtxdLewLjJ6QvWVTE6N6a3poKWGteZSxzIFy4-7ts-vLjYXihhILfLco3SACTCA0RfkoeJFm5UlyCQ3CXCjf/s400/DSC07131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483495668614124946" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Lowell Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13137439380852113364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599261193339236609.post-76839502850463225582010-04-17T16:08:00.000-07:002010-04-17T20:24:38.251-07:00Camp Frank Rand at Gorham<div><div><div><div><div><div>A report from the Northern New Mexico District 100 Year Camporee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5qi3fQ_KbIpT33ar2d6PcsjZ40ZuWFAAEwXV-cDyvi1lzYYW4zYvDa6hv3AIQJvGKXqYRnSFyu4KJI4UbJrRnKFFhqNug4Jr-cRoGxt94nCFFHAxWHBU3Usc9pVFObKs-_tDdOySw7TG/s1600/DSC06537.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461248606108056050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5qi3fQ_KbIpT33ar2d6PcsjZ40ZuWFAAEwXV-cDyvi1lzYYW4zYvDa6hv3AIQJvGKXqYRnSFyu4KJI4UbJrRnKFFhqNug4Jr-cRoGxt94nCFFHAxWHBU3Usc9pVFObKs-_tDdOySw7TG/s400/DSC06537.JPG" border="0" /></a> We began Friday evening with a campfire with skits, Order of the Arrow, and retiring a flag. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461248289502923122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuIxR18DL8NAxxo9f1PcyN1gs9qlfA3fJcsIAl0d3VCt1309T0X3hWl9RCBZbmB3ZJfBbVAOld-BG2-_PZTWos1ZkY9990eGZyb0jXE32asDgx1xv2MVLvr2YELVyliBBkJlngTy1rOdMI/s400/DSC06533.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>It rained during the night, and when it rains at Rand, it means one thing. Scouts are not required to be clean.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461250222569445538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdkUoD6j3ABATPFWAZstXUxdIiNj5CGZV09SZC4T50S2IQRtpVJd6tthLY0IlhfgvApGcZvtPpuLQMteXzzKFOt7zsW-Vfbo-WjFN-Xaktq7x19MUXQAZl65fTlrfLO7DCxvKlJwo4txX/s400/DSC06557.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461251311101656946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmRNk-D8QpdLlMF2BgYeua7j1pBMn26N6Di7lDRLGHi5UlrQ_2sJvlmgGGa6wwg9I4O2oEAq8pIBNLWnCDDC6VEG2flHPH2Ggpd_86f5aEavJR9-BMD2xbO_eyjTIVwUDcplmduJbssED/s400/DSC06538.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>Actually, someone needs to fix this because at some point "clean" needs to happen. </div><div>After breakfast in the rain, the Scouts went into the lodge and learned lashing skills. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461252378223058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfT7sRdC_uIfdMrueesNQHROsBy3r42lGTmKzeFfL2FeLU63RcnYGWD-CXKFbex1w9v0JyL3QhdURjPEvTcb7niCzbpubzrV_W6ndClI8w3gCIoBciKAjD5B258G_WsnIHe4H4XvoMP4fV/s400/DSC06542.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461252766926741458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZZW-qFeWbDXKCP6b-RVjARe6E3abhyphenhyphen9_HdblOMEuFbIq4N5Oom9qwIxJ8Da7DNpFPue-Zkfg7z6A3AISebmEXYtehxti7F4XZ23hXuRRtQhpZuzLt0nXhqU2dhc_0IBvSjfTSpzrxdtJ/s400/DSC06543.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461282373355087986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iAMnYkaD2SGZtDMCwjReIQqRzIKzYWR4Phnx95yxgmDJQ2fGKIjJBqbQhlVWtZa0qcjzX2qSLCl05yL6BlsI26txZ3wgHNP7ZS0_fLTtOgq7cHKeuo9WisneWzNqiKEP252MPa23hb6K/s400/DSC06544.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461310190506484290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoivut_eTfuvAt2LVE7YEimctalrkb1WL63HFW1Gz6TmTs6yeFMwX-fXjgjnLJdlkT_eSxFKLifsQmwBkMBzjUeawNjDfhZvYgBpW-f0fKYO2MInJkxgUbqM5WELJU533qTrZ4QkDARfq/s400/DSC06548.JPG" border="0" /><br />Suddenly, Dave Jones said, "Knot to be out done." So we all went outside because the weather had moderated.<br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461282765342407458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9n3xzh4B-hnY1E57qS4vYTkaA1mOdMq05C7pY63IaozkAUC4ScyeGR_pt6O529-d_p4cYIuoki0pnPZjVErEPRM_p0QB-uw1Sups2SvaJ9kcq9exPhVtAHy1FnuZ67XDpRr0q4LYdRhi/s400/DSC06549.JPG" border="0" /> Then I had to leave. I had spent time indoors with all that energy, and I felt like climbing the wall. </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461311158754975250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuac6-CYUT_jLoMGvjyyTPycD9QcNuLM8TzZCItO02RPj2NpK4ddw2XtihZGHuPqS6dC5qSLCkMrirMtPai8pD02iw9wTZuAjMnQ8RuFl_ZFuXfMvYtvtqjZRkSgCHx6Rw_8u2JApLJ-yy/s400/DSC06541.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div>Lowell Christensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13137439380852113364noreply@blogger.com0