Cub Scout Twilight Camp - Week Two

Yes folks, it's week two of cub scout twilight camp. Please remember that I'm really not an outdoorsy kind of person--at least not if I'm going to be hot and sweaty. But overall, I enjoyed last week's Webelos camp. It was well organized and fun.

This week I was supposed to go on Tuesday and Friday, but due to a sudden pang of sympathy for a dad who had gotten home from an all-night vacation drive at 5:30 Monday morning, I offered to go on Monday as well. Which meant that yesterday (Tuesday) was day 7 for me of spending approximately five hours a night outside in the heat and humidity. That laughing you heard that you couldn't find? That was my grandmother cackling at me from Heaven.

One thing that I noticed first off on Monday--the difference between Bears/Wolves and Webelos is gigantic. Like Mississippi River huge. The amount of whining I heard on Monday was...well...way too much for me. Luckily for our little walking den, it wasn't from our guys. Second thing--it's hotter this week. A lot hotter. About five degrees hotter. That doesn't sound like much, you say? The difference between 93 and 98 is surprising. Especially when the heat index is 105. So we're constantly telling the boys, "Drink your water!"

"But I just drank some."

"I don't care...drink some more."

While waiting for opening ceremonies (sounds like the Olympics, doesn't it? It's not. Not at all.) in the blazing sun, we suddenly hear a splutting sound from about two lines over. Poor little guy has just thrown up. And are his den buddies kind and caring?

No...because they are 8 and 9 years old. Here's what we heard:

:::SPLUT/SPLASH:::

"DUDE! THAT WAS MY BUCKET! Man! You barfed on my bucket!"

Along with our giggles, you could hear leaders all over the place--"See? You need to drink your water."

That was Monday. No one threw up on Tuesday, but I haven't sweated that much...well...I think maybe ever. Someone said the heat index was 109 when camp started. But we survived.

And tonight? I'm at home. In the air conditioning. Praying for our little group who are there with four (count 'em--FOUR--I have no idea why) leaders from our pack--three of whom are men. Oy.

I'll be back there on Friday. Richard is going to scout camp next week. The coordinator from the other ward called and practically begged him to go because they just don't have enough leaders. Then he's going to high adventure camp with Chris in July. When did we become a camping family?