BLOG POST FOR APRIL WEEK 4
This weekend I spent two nights up at Concow Lake, about 40 minutes up of Chico, volunteering with my Venture Crew at the annual Boy Scouts Camporee. I absolutely love being at these things because in my opinion, there is nothing more wonderfully, classically American than a gathering of Boy Scouts in a mountainous setting, complete with meadows, a lake, tepees, and tents. At one moment, as I was walking through the field with a best friend on either side, we looked back and saw an Order of the Arrow boy scout, dressed in full Native American regalia, walking out of a tepee across the large meadow. It was postcard perfect.
Another reason these outings are perfect is that boy scouts are genuinely wonderful people. Sitting around the staff camp, chatting, playing cards, cooking, eating nutella and cake, and playing dangerously with the bonfire with them is so enjoyable. Every single one is hilarious and easy to talk to. They aren’t bashful in the least and heck, if they want to start singing that campfire song everyone knows, they will.
From the campfire to the game circles to morning inspections of each patrol’s campsite, I felt like I had been transported to a Norman Rockwell painting.