Canoeing
The semi-ish-sort-of annual Troop 102 canoe campout was this weekend. We canoed that river I can’t remember how to spell all the way to warden’s pont again. It was the first campout for the youngins… The last half hour of canoeing on the river was extremely buggy. Whenever Brian and I slowed down, we were attacked by a swarm of mosquito-like critters. They didn’t seem to bite, but they did land on us, which was very annoying. When alas we did make it to the pond, we played a game of auction pitch whilst letting the northeaserly wind carry us. It was a half hour before the canoe behind us caught up. We let them and three other canoes pass us before catching up top all but one of them and finishing second. ( although it wasn’t a race…). The previous night, Brian and I played pitch to determine the duties for the day. I played for the spider patrol, he the scorpians. The winner made breakfast, the loser cleaned breakfast. I won 12 to 2. :). It was an extremely bad weekend for my gear… The medium hone of my gatco sharpening kit fell off of its mount. ( easily fixed ) That wasn’t so bad, but I was devistaded when I hatcheted my $200 vasque boots which were supposed to last through philmont and many years beyond… SO much for that. In all my years, I have never once hit my boot… I would rather have had it hit my leg. I have hatched my leg before, not bad. It isn’t like it was going fast or anything. I had just sharpend the hatchet, so it wouldn’t have caused much pain cutting all the way through to the bone— just a lot of blood. I have a fit when my boots get scuffed, let alone sliced. As if that wasn’t enough, my headlamp began strobing sporadically. part of the wire was bent. I easily fixed it but cutting it, removing 1.5 inches and resoldering it… As if all that wasn’t enough, I found out today that I am failing physics… So much for not doing homework. Now I have a bunch of makeup work and two reports to crank out before twenty one hundred.