>>874487Alright. Have some feels.
I was a scout. I'm 23 now, 24 this month, and I got my eagle at 18. During my time in Scouts I made some fantastic memories. Most of the other Scouts in my troop were similar to me though we were all different ages. It was a smaller troop, only around 14 guys, and I don't think I'd want it to be any other way. I remember spending hours talking about vidya and LotR and Star Wars and Halo on our camping/canoeing/backpacking expiditions and It was always a good time.
My most memorable backpacking trip was one where we hit up a part of the Appilachian Trail known as Bartram Trail. It was a 20 mile trip and it sticks with me to this day. Well, a few months back one of my old fellow Scouts died of a heroine overdose. We weren't very close, but it just makes me sad. Just like all my scouting friends, we were all friends through scouting and didn't really interact much outside of it. When I remember him, I remember talking about Halo 2 and him making jokes about how all the forunners actually did was make boxes move to random points and conveyer belts that led to nowhere. It made me realize how much I missed the comradery that we all used to have. The conversations, the campfires, the stories, and the memories. That week-long trip we spent canoeing down the river and camping on the banks. The freezing fucking water in the springs for swimming merit badge. The old ass movies like Sargent York our Scoutmaster made us watch on movie night. The strong winds that made it difficult to set up camp between two mountain peaks. Gathering around an apple pie a fellow scout kept on top of his pack dusing a long hike. The rainy nights and waking up at 5:00 am to huddle by the campfire in the dark. Lashing together logs to make towers and climbing them. Those fucking amazing games of capture the flag. It was a good time to be a scout. And I miss my fellow scout and friend.
Pic related, from the bartram trip.
