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Don't indicate the joys of a shorn scrotum, please...Jim_H wrote:I don't really have a single experience that makes me say that is why enjoy hiking, I just do. Over all, my childhood was typical; summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds – pretty standard, really.
You may need to take a better look at yourself in the mirror.Tough_Boots wrote: I was in the Cub Scouts
That's why I quit last year.The Eagle wrote:You may need to take a better look at yourself in the mirror.
That "Uniform" doesn't quite fit the way it used to I'm sure.
Darn, now that's what I'm talking about! Sounds like an awesome adventure for a kid.The Dude wrote:My dad had to do his year in 'Nam well before I was born, so he always said he got in all the hiking and camping he wanted to in his life over there. Can't really complain about that, I think we had one family camping trip after we moved to AZ when I was 4. I always enjoyed hiking our little local mountains (Shadow & Lookout) as a kid, but the kicker for me was a summer trip with my uncle. I had just finished 6th grade, and we took off in his old F250 stocked to the gills with camping supplies and provisions. We spent a whole month blanketing Oregon and Washington to get in some fantastic stops, highlighted by Hell's Canyon, Crater Lake, Columbia River Gorge, Rainer, Olympic, Mt. Hood. We camped in the back of his truck unless we were staying somewhere for a few days and then we would set up a tent. I think I took a grand total of 4 showers that whole trip. We slept in a bed once the whole trip when we visited an old Navy friend in Coos Bay. Definitely fueled some lasting interest with that one.