We spent most of the daylight hours hiking in to find this old boy scout campground. Long forgotten and much neglected, we then spent several hours clearing the area so that we might set up camp here for the weekend.
We then cleared and set up things in the old lodge as we are expecting a summer thunderstorm late tonight. No sleeping outdoors this time round. And that is fine with me. The mosquitoes are everywhere. Blood Suckers!
After all the work, we were able to hit the lake for a swim and then a fine cookout for supper. So far this is a trip I will never forget.
As the sun goes down, we built a nice bonfire and situated several bells of straw around to be used as seating for the group.
Our troop leader is a blast, and we have had such a great time despite the bugs and the summer heat.
Everyone took turns telling ghost stories and doing their best to scare each other as we sat around the crackling campfire roasting marshmallows.
Then the scoutmaster took out this old book of poems and started reading the Tales of The Oblong Box.
I know this is crazy but it sounds so much like that old antique chest chained up in corner of the basement at our new house. It’s actually an old farmhouse, but it is new for us.
I just hope with this storm coming in that mom will be okay spending the night there by herself. She is not a big fan of thunderstorms. But she is fearless; so what could go wrong…
