Monday, May 21, 2012

The Boston Skyline Trip April 20-22

The Boston Skyline Trip was a trip to the Blue Hills Reservation near Boston, where we would hike, camp, and have fun. We arrived around seven o’clock on Friday evening, and brought our gear up to a set of four lean-tos we had rented for the weekend in Camp Sayre. After we had settled in and after a quick game of manhunt, we retired to our respective lean-tos to rest for the next day.
​Most of us woke up around six-thirty the next morning and began preparing for the hikes ahead of us. After a slightly chaotic series of events involving boiling water, unorganized gear, and an exploding stove, we set off on our separate hikes. The younger Scouts embarked on a quick, 2.5 mile hike that took them to the top of Great Blue Hill so that they could look at the Boston skyline from atop an old stone watchtower, while the older scouts set off on a 9 mile trek along the Skyline Trail that took them across the entirety of the Blue Hills Reservation. As the older scouts continued their journey, the younger scouts returned to the campsite to work on advancements so that one day, they could be considered the ‘older scouts’.
​When the older scouts came back from their hike, the troop enjoyed a meal of crunchy, undercooked, yet tasty freeze dried meals. Later, as we began to prepare our skits for a fireless campfire, a strange and ominous local scout leader delivered a warning, telling us to beware the possibility of heavy thunder showers, and foresaw the leakage of our lean-tos’ roofs. We heeded his warning and evacuated to a different set of lean-tos on the other side of the camp. After having been working like slaves for several hours until well after dark to set up the new camp, a number of scouts had to leave due to prior engagements. The few that remained decided that that night was not the best night for skits as we were tired after hiking, advancing, and hiking some more throughout the entire day. So with nothing else to do, we went to bed.
​The next morning, we awoke around seven-thirty, and having been cheated out of our heavy thundershowers, but being in the imminent path of another one, we barely managed to return home before the rain arrived in our wake.

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