Camp Old Indian

I'm a much happier mom this evening. Our family piled in the minivan this afternoon and hit the road to Camp Old Indian to see our youngest son, Christopher, at Boy Scout Camp.


It was a lovely drive and the weather, while on the hot side, was beautiful just the same. Abbey and I both snapped pictures of the sign you see here as soon as we parked.





Within a few minutes of our arrival I spotted a familar head of bright blonde hair and the lanky gait that could only belong to my son. Best of all, he had a big smile for me and then I got a big hug. It was the best greeting I could have hoped for. My son had missed me - a little - but more importantly, he was having a great time and learning so many things.

Here's a pretty typical picture of our ham, er, son.

For family night we got to watch the troops in a parade/march (I know this is not the right terminology - bear with me - I'm still new at this) and flag ceremony. Each troop provided food for their scouts and guests. We had a nice dinner of lasagna, bread, salad, cookies and brownies (no jokes). We were in a shaded area and the worst of the afternoon heat had passed so the temperature was rather pleasant. We ate at picnic tables scattered around the camp area and chatted with the kids and other parents. Many of the boys were tossing a Frisbee around and enjoying the free time after dinner. They are keeping pretty full schedules both day and evening.

We chuckled over having to carry bathroom tissue with us when it was time to 'go.' Each camp area was given two rolls - if they returned an empty core the camp would give them a 3rd roll. Now, granted, I'm looking at this from a female perspective, but I just don't see how 2 or 3 rolls of tp is going to be enough for all those scouts for an entire week!

After dinner we trekked up to the amphitheater for a presentation of Indian dances and history of the Cherokee Indians here in the upstate. It was a wonderful presentation. Before we knew it it was time to say goodbye and make our way home.

The next 3 days will be easier than the previous 3 for this 'mother hen' to handle. I've seen my son and he's happy and having a great time with the guys. I look forward to hearing a bunch of camp stories when he gets home this weekend. I'm so proud of my Boy Scout!