Cloudland Canyon Campout

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From Scoutmaster: The Troop Scribe and Troop Webmaster need to tighten up and get the write-up on here.

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Bucks Pocket

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We met at Area 51 on Friday to pack the trailer. The trailer packing was cancelled Thursday because it snowed that day. We left about 7:30 to go to Buck’s Pocket. We arrived there about 10:00 then we unpacked, set up and went to bed because we were very tired.

On Saturday morning…

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From Scoutmaster: Apparently our Webmaster is still very tired as he hasn’t finished this web page yet.

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Camp Jack Wright

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Lake Guntersville Campout

” We met at 6:00 pm at Area 51 and packed the trailer. We left about 6:45 and drove all the way there without stopping. About 9:00 we got there and unloaded the trailer of all the troop and personal gear. This weekend was the first Campout to use the new easy-up tents for dining flies. We stopped when everything was done, lights out was at 10:00 pm so we went to bed about that time.

Saturday morning we woke up and started cooking breakfast about 6:00. For breakfast we had scrambled eggs and sausage. After that we got done cleaning up about 8:45, and then we worked on advancements and fished. Later, we went bush whacking and the trail was so overgrown we decided to turn back once we were a little less than halfway to the top. We went to the beach and picnic area to eat lunch And practice our skits for the campfire. About 3:00 pm we played capture the flag. The game was awesome and the Firebirds won. We cooked dinner and got cleaned up about 7:00. From 7:00-8:00 we had an hour of free time to just fish or chill out. The campfire was at 8:30 and we just did some skits. Each patrol did three skits. The troop just hung out together and talked until about 10:00. About 10:15, Mr. Rodney, Gage and I went deer hunting with Sam’s awesome heat seeking goggles that he brought. We came back and went to bed around 11:00.

Sunday morning when we woke up at 6:45 we had cereal and got done cleaning up about 7:45, the Firebirds had cinnamon rolls and sausage. We got done packing and had our Scouts Own Service about 9:00, then left about 10:00. We got back to Area 51 about 12 and unloaded. Everyone had a great time and thought it was a great Campout.” – write up by Landon Mullins, Troop Scribe

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Monte Santo

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Great Smoky Mountains Campout

 

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Bucks Pocket State Park Campout

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Camp Sequoyah Day 5

Troop 220 Flag Ceremony

Post below written by 12 year-old Troop Scribe.

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This morning we woke up and at 6:30 AM we had to perform the Flag Ceremony. We then had breakfast. After breakfast we worked some more on our Merit Badges and the rank advancements and the eagle bound program.  After lunch we had the Mile Swim and then dinner.  After dinner we had a 5 mile hike.

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Camp Jack Wright Campout

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Camping at Camp Jack Wright on the outskirts of Tannehill State Park is always an adventure.  The first thing is trying to get all of the gear to the back campsite late at night.  Fortunately this time we took an easier route with a wagon with big wheels and was able to make it a lot quicker and easier, or so it seemed.  The Boy Scouts learned some more during the process of setting up camp.  Each camp out always provides different opportunities for learning.  This is another reason why the Boy Scouts should try and make as many camp outs as possible.  The next morning there seemed to be some issues with lashing the poles together for the flag pole.  It was embarrassing to the adult leaders but it pointed out to the Boy Scouts that they needed to start working more on lashing in their skill sets.  Its hard to remember how to lash a flag pole when you only do it once a month.

The exciting part of Saturday though was going to help work with Pack 220 that was camping in Tannehill State Park.  The Boy Scouts scampered over the hill separating Camp Jack Wright and Tannehill and were soon amongst the Cub Scouts.  The Boy Scouts had their issues with the flag pole but it gave them practice for lashing together the Troop gateway for the Pack 220 flag ceremony.  I was proud of them for the way they showed the Webelos IIs how to lash and put up the gateway.  It didn’t take long with all of them working together.  What a concept.

That evening the Pack rotated through stations that the Boy Scouts were manning.  They had the fire starting station, the American Flag station and the Trebuchet station.  It was a close tie between the fire and the Trebuchet.  On one  you could watch a soft projectile fly through the air to smash apart upon impact with the ground and the other you could have flames magically appear after a shower of sparks.  WOW!

After the stations it was time to head back to base camp in Camp Jack Wright and whip up some dinner.  One patrol actually cooked a pizza in a Dutch oven.  Now that was pretty impressive.  Maybe the only issue there was that they didn’t cook enough for everyone.  Once the carbs hit and bellies were full the toil of the day soon took over.  It wasn’t long before Scouts were peeling off to their tents and calling it a night.  After the last voice was silent the adults decided it was time to stoke up the fire.  Reminded me of the old Indian saying “White man build big fire, sit way back…Indian build little fire, sit up close.”

The next morning it was time to lug all of the equipment back out and try and fit it back in the trailer.  The repacking always seems to be harder than the unpacking.  But the Scout put their backs into it and soon were finished.  We completed the camp out by going and doing a small service project for Camp Jack Wright.  A dozer had cut a fire path across the foot trail and some hikers were getting confused.  So the Scouts blocked off the fire path at the trail and then covered the fire path up for several yards to prevent further confusion.  After that it was time to head home and call it another successful camp out.

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Dismals Canyon Campout

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The write-up below was written by the Troop Scribe. I edited the grammar but left everything else as he wrote it.
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On the 27 through the 29 of August in the year of our LORD 2010, Troop 220 went to Dismals Canyon to campout. As we got there we had to sign in at the front desk and saw some hummingbirds at the feeder. Most of the boys have never seen that many and they were ohing and ahing over them. By that time most of the Scouts had come and small groups were scouting out our camp site. When the older boys got half way up the mountain we were having nightmares of having to bring the 10 ton chuck box up it. Most of us were glad that we weren’t in the Firebirds. Thankfully our SPL (Senior Patrol Leader) couldn’t be there so our merciful ASPL (Assistant Senior Patrol Leader) let us only take personals and tents up until Mr. Watts got here with the tank wagon. After that it still was hard but not as hard as it would have been if we didn’t have the tank wagon. Once we got up there the Firebirds had their own camp site and the Ninjas and the American Eagles came together to form the American Ninjas or the Ninja Eagles, we still couldn’t figure it out. That night we had cake and ice cream; it was Alex’s 14 birthday party.

Once we got everything settled in we changed into our swimming trunks and bathing suits and went down to a water hole made by a dam (HEY!! I thought I said no cussing in Boy Scouts!!!) Surprisingly it was at least 10 degrees below 50 degrees below 20 degrees below freezing. They had built a dock on the other side of the hole and we usually jump off and get right back on but this time you couldn’t spend too much time or you would lose all feeling and sink. So we went out there quick like and then fought to get on. By that time we were reluctant to get in and once we did we came up dizzy. After we got over our dizziness we hightailed it to the other side faster than we got there.

After a few minutes of that a few Scouts wanted to go hiking so we changed and went hiking. We had gotten split up and some of us saw things others didn’t. At the end of the trail we took the other trail and headed back. I don’t know what the other guys saw but we saw the Secret Falls, Weeping Bluff and Fat Man’s Misery, which means our Scoutmaster (sadly) is not fat. It was tough for some of us because if there was someone on top that didn’t like you then he could throw down stuff and you would be killed or wounded. Also if you didn’t go in the right way you were hosed because there is a ledge that you have to step up on.

After we got back we had lunch of slightly smashed sandwiches and hot dogs. After that we did a Scout project of moving rocks while simultaneously being attacked by wasps. By that time we were all hot and sweaty and we went into the freezing hole again. Of course it wasn’t freezing to us but it still was pretty cold. We did that for a while then went back to our campsite, goofed off a bit, got ready for dinner and the next day storm. We then had a hearty dinner of corn on the cob and steak.

Then we did the best part of the campout, the dismalights!! We went down there and the guy told us there were ghosts down there. I was like yeah sure. We went down there and we saw some lights but not many. I was kind of disappointed. Someone said there had been a flood and that is why there weren’t many out. Suddenly our guide told us to be quiet. We listened and all I heard was the water, the crickets, occasional frog and someone stomping the ground. Then he said if anyone had heard the flutes. I didn’t but I felt this chill come over me like something was trying to possess me. I turned the light on real quick and whirled around but there was nothing there. Someone told me to turn my light off but I said “ha-ha! No.” And then my Scoutmaster asked why and I said there was something there and I didn’t like it at all. I didn’t turn my light out until we were up the hill and in our tents.

In the morning it was just starting to drizzle so we ate under the tarp a cold breakfast. After we had cleaned our stuff up we started packing. It was slow, wet, agonizing, agonizingly wet slowness, and did I mention wet? Oh yeah, wet Wet WEt WET work. We finally got packed, bought some souvenirs and went home.

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