Gilligan's Campout

This weekend my oldest son had a scout camp out. To commemorate the trip I thought I would channel some Gilligan's Island.  My apologies in advance to the original lyrics.

Just sit right back and you hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip,
that started from a parking lot,
with boys and men and kit.

The scout master was a mighty scouting man,
The quartermaster brave and sure.
Twenty boys went to camp that day,
for a weekend of fun,  a weekend of fun.

The weather started out quite rough,
the troop they bundled up.
If not for the leaders of the fearless troop,
the troop would be lost, the troop would be lost.

They came to camp to learn some skills to get them through the wild,
Like campfire building,
and lashings too.
Orienteering and cooking food.
They ate some cobbler with their Dads,
and spent time in the woods.

So this is the tale of the first year trip,
They stared with a five mile hike,
then  learned some knots and how to lash.
And how to read a map.

They learned,
they grew
and played some ball
despite the wind and cold
you'd never know that it froze, except we got a bead

They made the dinner and pitched their tents
with out the help of Dads.
They even did a skit or two,
and gave us all a laugh.

So next time they go camping,
we know they're sure to smile
with all the skills they learned in camp
they can do it them selves.

Thanks to our first year leader and all the other adults who made Troop 890's first year camp out a success and learning experience for all the boys.