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Sunday, June 7th, 2009

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11:59a
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 )
1:18p
8:34p
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.

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