A boy tries to light dry grass under a pyramid of twigs. Eventually, it catches and he lies on his side to blow the embers into crackling life. Tonight he and his friends will dine on a thin stew made of thistles and heather leaves, cooked over the fire. They will sleep in a makeshift bivouac on a bed of ferns.
We use to call this "Boy Scouts"
5 posted on 08/01/2006 10:56:09 AM PDT by Species8472
One wonders how & why Scouting is so failing in its traditional role of making kids comfortable in the outdoors that other groups are springing up to take over that function?
6 posted on 08/01/2006 12:20:52 PM PDT by fgoodwin
(Fundamentalist, right-wing nut and and proud father of a First Class Boy Scout!)