Only the Good Friday: Out of State

Last week, I was trying to figure out where I was.

This week, I seem to be, physically at least, home from Scout Camp. Can I take a few minutes and rave about the staff? It’s hard to remember that the staff is made up of young men and women, some as young as 15 or 16. They are all Scouts and Venturers and … wow. They are some of the best example of what Scouting should be; it’s what I want for both of my kids. I do wish these men and women could be a more permanent part of our lives. Even I would welcome the role model they provide (the issues with the Polar Bear swim aside. These are, after all, young kids).

So kudos to the 2009 staff of the Heritage Reservation, especially those at Camp Independence.

This being my life, though, there’s more good (to balance out the bad that we’re just NOT going to talk about). My friend Serena, who blogs at Savvy Verse and Wit, has a side gig. And she interviewed yours truly for it. That means I’m over at the Examiner, too. No wonder I’m so tired.

Here’s the link to part one.

Here’s the link to part two.

I’m sure there’s more. Like the bit about the staffer who told me that our Pack wasn’t just the best, but all the staffers were talking about yours truly. Seems that a lot of moms bring their sons to camp, only to stand in the background and pop forward only long enough to tell their kids no.

And then there’s me.

Dancing with staffers (He walked up to me and said, “Dance with me, lady!” and I said, “NO!” but he didn’t cave. I danced.)
Laying on a camp mattress with my son as he shoots BB guns.
Organizing our three tables (10 people each; we were one of the largest Packs there this week) in chants and demands that staffers ride the broom around the room. And announcements of One Dead Cow.
Riding BMX bikes.
And taking pictures. LOTS of pictures.

I know YOU guys aren’t surprised to hear this about me. You know I am one of those people whose approach to life involves experiencing things (I even asked one of the staffers about his Boy Scout Troop and if there was room for parents like me who want to have these great experiences with or without their kids. He laughed.). I know I’m unique (to put it mildly). I’m one-of-a-kind, like Trevor.

But I didn’t realize just how much that’s true, until I heard that comment about how my kid (and my Pack) and I had set the camp on fire.

Thanks again to the Camp Independence staff. You guys set MY camp on fire. In the best way possible.

Be sure to stop off and see the other goodness happening at This Eclectic Life. Tell Shelly I sent you.