Froze my butt off.
Didn't want to be there.
Took up a weekend.
But seeing our new troop win ribbons in compass navigation, tripod lashing, and shelter building was worth it. They made memories, which is what it's all about.
One thing Beard School didn't earn me about: condensing breath forming ice beads in my beard. At least the Amish look prevented the specter of snotsicles.
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