Last weekend, O1 and I attended our council’s fall camporee. This was our first campout with our new Boy Scout troop.
It rained almost non-stop.
Cub Scouts and siblings were also invited; O2 and Rabid came on Saturday.
Although there are three local troops, we ended up in this troop through luck; the brother of a friend of O1’s was in this troop. I realized quite early on Saturday morning that we had joined the right troop when I noticed that the leaders were grinding coffee beans.
Everybody had a good time and the rain didn’t interfere too much.