Thing One did an outstanding job conducting the flag ceremony at his first Boy Scout Court of Honor. He was awarded both the Tenderfoot and Second Class Ranks. He also was awarded the Swimming and Basketry merit badges. Way to go, Thing One!

Thing One’s report from Fire Mountain scout camp, July 10-14.

On July 10^th-July 14, Troop 175 and many other troops went to Fire Mountain scout camp. I earned the swimming merit badge and I am now a tenderfoot scout. Also, EVERYTHING, from camp to the trading post was a ¾ mile hike!!! I’m going to finish the basketry merit badge at home because the craft staff wasn’t much help. On Tuesday and Friday night we had shows, with funny skits and songs like a “Swiss boy”. My favorite part of that was the mountain climber. His call was “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa splat!”. There was another song called the moose. My favorite part of that song was the verse after the moose had his head in the water for 2 hours. My favorite, favorite part of that was “He decomposed!”. and also a skit the staff performed. Where there were other staff that either went “down there”, or “up there”. Two of the staff’s choice. The problem at camp was the tents were leaky and I would want to bring our own tent next year so there are no leaks when it rains hard, like on Wednesday. I hoped you enjoyed my entry of Fire Mountain. *cheer*

Editor’s note: This post introduces a snazzy new feature to the blog: GimletGalleries! Click on the picture to view more photos of Thing One’s adventures at 11 year-old scout camp. We’re still working out the stylistic bugs, but hope you will enjoy the pictures.

On June 30-July 1^st, Daddy, my friend Drew, his dad Mike, and I went to Camp Pigott for 11 year-old Boy Scout Camp. We did many things, such as archery, rifling, swimming, putting wood in a position for a fire, and learning how to use knives, saws and axes. It was very fun going to Camp Pigott. I would like to go there again someday. There was a place called the trading post where you could buy things. There were fake rabbit’s feet that daddy wouldn’t buy for me and there were also Darigold frozen malts at the ice cream bar. They were soooooo gooooooood!!! | …continue reading Three chartreuse buzzards …