to the coast of North Carolina
to alligator-infested swamps
to the tops of mountains
to underneath the mountains,
and to a couple of thousand feet above the mountains.
I've tried to teach them several things, like cooking, recognizing that I'm no chef myself. However, occasionally we do it up right.
Their efforts have ranged from a hybrid salmon dish (part blackened, part sushi)
to just plain blackened,to can-opener style.
And to the summit of culinary perfection, Scout camp food. Despite their failures, no one has actually starved on a campout.
We've attempted to teach some etiquette, though I'm not sure they still know which is the salad fork.
I think they've learned a few things along the way. Like how to cheat at cards.Or how to steal a tent.
Or set one up, for that matter.
Or how a shower doesn't have to be hot.
Or the location of every Wendy's in North Carolina for post-expedition refueling.
They've learned how not to do lashings.
And how not to find directions with a compass. (He thinks he's pointing north, and that's dead south.)
And how not to avoid blisters.
And how to not float.
Or stay afloat.
We've attempted to teach some etiquette, though I'm not sure they still know which is the salad fork.
There have been hilarious times,
and less-than-hilarious times.
They've been exposed to careers,
and had opportunities to give service.All in all, it's been a good run, and I wouldn't have wanted any other assignment.
We hope that you get to do something fun and fulfilling also.
Dave