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csberryThe lesson portion of the troop meeting tonight was put together at the last minute by one of the other adult leaders that is just a couple of years older than myself. Chip and I were scouts together in the troop. The lesson tonight was on backpacking skills. Chip decided to use pics he had on his laptop from backpacking trips as his last minute teaching aid.
Mixed in with numerous recent backpacking trips where some shots from when we did 50 miles of the Appalachian Trail in the summer of 1990. The first shot with me popped up on the screen about 2/3 of the way through the lesson. There I was with my mullet bursting out of the back of my red bandana which I had tied (do-rag style) atop my head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that it took NO prompting for the boys to immediately recognize it was me and comment about my mullet and that, even then, I wore Converse Chuck Taylors.
There were a few other shots where I got to study my Endangered and Threatened t-shirt (which listed all the animals on the Endangered and Threatened list at the time on the front and back of the shirt) and my old Walkman (which for the AT I only carried a couple of tapes - Prince double-tape of Dirty Mind/Controversy and a blank tape with several the first few Metallica albums crammed on it - both of which I was SICK of after that week). Chip announced that he decided to not show the picture of me and my rebel flag (yeah, I was far from politically correct and often draped the rebel flag on my backpack while hiking and hung it over my sleeping bag at the shelters).
After a few days of feeling emotionally drained from Harper's problems, the recent tax news, and the general state of our financial affairs, tonight's trip down memory lane was a good pick-me-up.
Mixed in with numerous recent backpacking trips where some shots from when we did 50 miles of the Appalachian Trail in the summer of 1990. The first shot with me popped up on the screen about 2/3 of the way through the lesson. There I was with my mullet bursting out of the back of my red bandana which I had tied (do-rag style) atop my head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that it took NO prompting for the boys to immediately recognize it was me and comment about my mullet and that, even then, I wore Converse Chuck Taylors.
There were a few other shots where I got to study my Endangered and Threatened t-shirt (which listed all the animals on the Endangered and Threatened list at the time on the front and back of the shirt) and my old Walkman (which for the AT I only carried a couple of tapes - Prince double-tape of Dirty Mind/Controversy and a blank tape with several the first few Metallica albums crammed on it - both of which I was SICK of after that week). Chip announced that he decided to not show the picture of me and my rebel flag (yeah, I was far from politically correct and often draped the rebel flag on my backpack while hiking and hung it over my sleeping bag at the shelters).
After a few days of feeling emotionally drained from Harper's problems, the recent tax news, and the general state of our financial affairs, tonight's trip down memory lane was a good pick-me-up.
