So, since I am "in charge" (meaning last willing person by default) of the 11 year old scouts, it becomes my honor of babysitting these fine young men (or moaners as I call them) for one whole day devoid of any parents. Luke has officially completed his 1st Class rank and is now fleeing my group to work on becoming a Star, Life, and eventually an Eagle Scout. Thank goodness he can swim unlike me. To quote my dad, "Casey... All that iron in your blood turned to lead in your butt." At least I make a good snorkeler.
Not much to say really except that Luke got a cool knife, I made good burgers and horrid pancakes, and I had to follow up another scout leader since I lacked one in my ward.
Looking at this photo makes me feel fat. Why did my wife pick this one? Oh yes, because I only took four. And now she is proof reading this with a smile like "Don't blame me!"
Luke is used to me and camping pictures by now. I never take any pictures until we leave. At that time I say, "Luke it's time to pose so that your mother doesn't kill me." Inside it gives us both, especially me, a smile. Look at how he posed above. What a goon!
Now, even though I want to camp with other people's kids as much as I want fleas, I actually do like camping with Luke. He is a good boy and will be a better man that I ever will be. Keep workin' toward that Eagle!!! I am proud of you son.
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