Although I’ve passed the half-century mark in age, there are some cherished memories that are not fading from my mind. Several of those are the memorable Scout Camps of my youth. When I have a chance to sit back and think about them, the friendships and adventures of Scout camps past come flooding back, bring a smile to my face, and take me back to being young, if only for a few minutes. My first Scout camps were in the Canal Zone, in Panama. This is where I earned my first Mile Swim patch and learned how to use a canoe. There was no Polar Bear Swim patch to earn, as it was hot and humid, but we did have the pleasure of watching out for caimans (a small cousin of the alligator) while we swam. We stayed in army-style tents, with cots and mosquito netting, and of course we played capture the flag at night. I also remember the beauty and wonderful food at Camp Morrison in Idaho, along with the skits performed. A week at high adventure Scout Camp on The River of No Return was truly a highlight, and I still have the custom-decorated canoe paddle from that trip tucked away in a corner of my closet. There is nothing comparable to spending a week at Scout Camp, and the memories will last a lifetime.
Cherished Memories of Scout Camp