April 24th, 2008



O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"

"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
-- Sir Walter Scott
compass rose

Trip to UK in the works

Well, I finally got off my duff and sent out e-mail inquiries re: campsites in UK. If all goes well, I hope to stay two nights at Wasdale in the Lake District National Park, two nights at Dilston Scout Camp near Hexham, one night at Bonaly Scout Camp outside Edinborough, two nights at Glen Nevis Caravan and Camping Park and one night at Cashel Camp near Loch Lomond. God speed the work!
very angry

ONE of these people is lying

a) Jimmy Carter
b) Condoleeza Rice

Jimmy now tries to shift the blame for his self-initiated negotiations with terrorists by saying the State Department didn't actually tell him NOT to. Condi, just as politely, points out that the former President is full of it -- he was told (and we all remember the news stories before his trip reporting that he was, in fact, told).

Digging himself ever deeper, Ol' "I'll never lie to you" (a.k.a. the Worst President of the Twentieth Century) says that, No, it's Rice who keeps saying what she knows is untrue.

The fact that we let Jimmy Carter walk around and embarrass us is proof of the essential freedom of American society.
camp cook


In a burst of activity, I sent off the reservation and deposit to Santa Claus for our Troop to stay there during the Lincoln Jamboree next month. I also made a reservation for our youth group to camp at Indiana Dunes next October to do the Great Chicago Museum Crawl over Fall Break.

And I've already heard back from all but two of my campsites in the UK. I'm a flurry of git-er-done-ness!
saxon cross

UK Trip Shaping Up

Well, here's my itinerary for my "Missed Mountains" tour of northern England and Scotland in May.

Thursday, May 22: Depart Indy 2:00 p.m. Change planes in Philly.

Friday, May 23: Arrive Glasgow 9:00 a.m. Pick up rental car. Drive to Lake District. Pick up supplies (gas for stove, food, ice) along the way. Camp in Wasdale in Lake District National Park (awaiting confirmation of campsite).

Saturday, May 24: Climb Scafell Pike. Second night at Wasdale.

Sunday, May 25: Drive over Hard Knott Pass and out of Lake District to Hexham. Visit Hadrian's Wall (Vindolandia, etc.). Camp at Dilston Scout Camp (awaiting confirmation of campsite).

Monday, May 26: Drive down to York. Tour Jorvik medieval Viking site, York Minster, maybe Clifford Castle. Drive up to Durham, tour cathedral, pay respects to St. Cuthbert. Return to Dilston.

Tuesday, May 27: Head up the coast to Lindisfarne and Holy Island. Tour the ruins. Drive to Edinburgh, camp at Bonaly (confirmed).

Wednesday, May 28: Tour the Royal Mile, and scoot up to Ft. William in the Highlands. Camp at Glen Nevis (confirmed).

Thursday, May 29: Climb Ben Nevis. Tour Glen Nevis Distillery, if there's time (if not, hit the next day). Second Night at Glen Nevis. Do some laundry?

Friday, May 30: Tootle on down to Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park. Camp at Cashel Forest Camp (confirmed). From here, I'll just be a hop, skip, and a jump from Glasgow.

Saturday, May 31: Cruise on into Glasgow, hand in rental car. Depart Glasgow 2:45 p.m. Fly to Philly, change planes. Arrive Indy 10:32 p.m. Home by midnight, I hope.

(Sunday, June 1: Day off held in reserve in case airlines screw up my travel plans.)

Prayers for all the above details would be much appreciated. Thankee.