Adventures of a Cub Scout Mom
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| Me, Andrew & Joe at Camp Whitsett |
Truth be told, I've got my fingers in too many
"pies." It's a wonder I still have curls in my hair, but when Joe's
den leader asked for an assistant and no one else volunteered, I started
feeling bad for the boys and raised my hand. After all, Cub Scouts is a big
adventure to a 6/7 year old. How
could I let my son down?
Being a Cub Scout assistant den leader has more pros than
cons. I love watching the boys grow and learn and have fun. There's always a
new adventure around the corner. My big stress is getting to the meetings on
time with everything I need.
Just recently the pack (We belong to Pack 40 out of
Valencia, CA) spent family cub weekend up at Camp Whitsett. The camp is up in
the Sequoias near the Kern River. Kernville is the nearest town. It takes a
good 3-3 ½ hours to get there.
We waited until the boys got out of school on Friday and
left at 4 pm., stopping for a dinner break. We arrived at 8:15 pm at Camp
Whitsett and signed in. We were staying at the Tillamook Camp. We found our way
over there, unrolled our sleeping bags on the cots and passed out. I got to
share a tent with Andrew, my 11-year-old. The tents are canvas and on a
slightly evaluated wooden platform with 2 cots. I really can't complain about
the sleeping arrangements. If anything, the porta-potty was a hike in the
middle of the night. Uncomfortable.
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| Our Tents |
The staff that runs the family camp are very friendly and
helpful. We talked to a bunch while waiting in the Saturday morning breakfast
line. One lady helps because her son, now a teenager, wants to be there. It
just shows the positive influence of scouting in a boy's life, being outdoors,
doing things with your hands, learning skills that will last a life time. These
qualities resonate with a young boy and provide the building blocks for
responsibility, discipline, and leadership as they get older.
The staff provides the food under a big tent. This weekend
there were 400 people. For me, all the food was edible. I'm not a big
complainer. Joe ate the food which is fantastic considering he's the pickiest
boy I know. (Being a fond believer
in the zodiac, I just learned that Virgos can be picky eaters. Go figure. Joe
is all Virgo.)
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| Opening Flag Ceremony |
After breakfast the boys participated in a flag ceremony.
Then we went back and changed into our Camp Whitsett t-shirts. We took Joe
fishing first, but the trout didn't nibble on his line and he lost patience.
After lunch we "tie-dyed" t-shirts and worked on beads. The boys
rushed off to BB guns while I finished the beads. I caught up to them on the
Archery range. The bow was as tall as Joe. He was a little tired, it being the
end of the day, but he did manage to hit a target or two with the instructor's
help. Afterwards, they let the adults shoot some arrows, so I got up and had a
go at it. The last time I shot a bow was in junior high (about 32 years ago)
and I forgot how much fun it was. After adjustments I was sticking it to the
target something fierce.
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| BB Gun Targets |
Before dinner I played chess with the boys and I won. (It
was hard to lose) I used to play all the time when I was Andrew's age, not so
much since, but chess is like riding a bike – you never really forget once you
learn.
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| Joe at the archery range |
After dinner, our group had clean up. I helped out in the
kitchen. Andrew was right at my side and I'm glad. He was always willing to get
his hands dirty. Afterwards, we crashed on the cots, totally pooped.
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| Me at the Archery range |
My son, Joe, said the best part about the weekend was
spending time with his family. He also liked the BB guns.
Andrew and I loved the archery. Heck, I had fun tie-dying
the shirts too, but it's being outdoors that invigorates the soul - and watching
the smiles on the boys' faces.
More adventures coming soon…
Smiles
Steph
