I was a cub scout as a kid.  I never made it to boy scouts because way back then our troop leader told us we had to be on time for the meetings even if that meant not going to baseball.  When that rule became the law of the troop, the troop became much smaller very quickly.

This past week my wife and I signed our three Grandsons up for scouts.  No such rules exist today.  The oldest one is in boy scouts and will be going on his first camping trip this weekend.

The next Grandson is bummed out he can not go asking, Grandpap, can't we just go behind them?  He followed that up with, when are we going to fun things and go places?

All three had their first pack meetings this week.  I asked them each, what did you do? each answered, we got treats.

We do have an Eagle scout in the family which got him a free ride to a Military university.

The boys love the outdoors.  They generally spend as much time off their bikes on the bike trails as they do on their bikes while on the bike trails.

I ride to get my needed heart work in while they mosey along with Grams and the family pet.

Camping season is coming to a close.  The story of that alligator sure brings out the chicken in me.