June 7th, 2009


The Mark Twain Trail

Life on the Mississippi

We gathered on Wednesday morning, June 3, to set out for our trip to Hannibal, MO. We had three adults: myself (Chaplain Art), Scoutmaster Dean, and committee member Alane. There were seven Boy Scouts: Senior Patrol Leader David, Chaplain's Aide Jordan, ASPL Mitch, Jeffrey, Seth, Marshall, and T.J. We also had one Cub Scout: Harrison (son of Alane and brother of Mitch). I had hoped to leave by 9:00 a.m., but we dragged our feet and didn't get out on the road till almost 10:30. Sic friatur crustum dulce.

It took a bit longer to reach Hannibal than I had thought. We arrived at 5:00 p.m. Central time. We met a fellow who helps oversee the Mark Twain Trail for the local Boy Scouts, and he gave us the latest poop on trail conditions. The Mark Twain Cave Campground is a lovely spot, and we set up camp and got down to the serious business of eating camp chow. Collapse )
hound of heaven

Well, I survived the first night of VBS

It was great, but I'm bushed. I don't normally teach a VBS class; actually, I'm not normally asked to teach. You see, everyone wants the pastor to float around, blessing and encouraging everyone and being available for whatever. Usually, I take pictures.

But this year, everyone was freaked out about being able to pull off Vacation Bible School, and I was backing the education leaders. I said I'd do whatever they needed me to do. So they finally asked me to teach.

We're doing a Western Ranch theme, and I'm the trail cook. Hello, I'm yer cook, Crusty. These hyear be my assistants, Greasy and Squirrely (Jordan and Marshall). I've got a cool outdoor setup, and I'm baking peach cobbler in a Dutch oven each night, doing crafts and games, and teaching about the Bread of Life. And I finally found a use for that buffalo chip frisbee I bought in Nebraska on the way back from Philmont in 2000.

Tonight's class was a group of seven-year-old boys (plus a "ranch hand" -- helper -- a boy, age 11). They were a hoot.