Going to the
Philmont Boy Scout Ranch was supposed to be the peak of my scouting career
though it was nothing short of disappointment.
My time in
the Boy Scouts of America was a large portion of my youth.
I learned to
love nature and camping during this time.
Backpacking became
my favorite activity.
I set my
eyes on Philmont as my outdoor skills grew.
Attending
Philmont was prestigious.
The process
to attend was more intensive than the hiking.
It had a
huge waiting list, was based on a lottery and often took two years before your
number was up.
My fellow
troop members and I were determined to go despite the hurdles.
It was only
a year before we were called to attend.
The year we
spent waiting was also spent training.
Hiking
through hills and plains with backpacks filled with bricks became commonplace.
My group arrived
at the 140,000 acre ranch with bright eyes and bushy tails.
We thought
that two weeks of fun-filled adventure awaited us.
Sixty-degree
inclines greeted us daily.
I can count
the number of breathtaking views on one hand.
One of us
had contracted a sickness in the middle of the trek and had to be airlifted to
base camp.
The number
of obstacles increased as we adventured through the rough terrain.
Every day
was a slog, but we overcame everything that the ranch threw at us.
Philmont was
not what we expected but we were stronger because of it.
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