Over the weekend I went to a boy scout training. I know, me involved with scouts. I was the guy who got his Eagle on the day I turned 18. Still, here were the instructions I received. Bring your tent, sleeping gear, and a scout uniform (show of hands, how many of you have a scout uniform that fits?) and meet us up in Morgan for an overnight scout training. Now, the mere mention that I need to have my scout uniform brought shivers to my spine. This was going to be one "gung ho" group of scouters that would send me over the edge. I put on a happy face and headed up to Morgan with the other members of the Stake YM Presidency (did I mention that my post Bishopric calling is as 2nd Counselor in Stake Young Mens?).I assumed we'd be staying on someone's vacant lot and having a lot of fun eating over a campfire and urinating in the woods. Not so. As we turned onto the property I noticed the "cabin" and my jaw dropped. Let's just say this cabin was set on 5000 acres and the primary lodge had to be 6000 sqaure feet. So much for roughing it.
As we unpacked our bags, Floyd (the owner of the "cabin") took us out the garage and loaded us to his atv's. All 4 of them. Wow! We headed off on a two hour ride down through the fall colors and across most of the property. It was amazing. One of the best things about this retreat was the chance to get to know the guys I'm working with. I've only known the rest of the presidency in a superficial manner, but now, I can say, that I've gotten to become friends with each of them.
We roughed our way through the rest of the training and headed home Saturday afternoon, ready to help our scouts and to do our duty....















