Hello everyone! Well the food collecting went with a swing and the council received tons of food!!! Here is a room with it all in.

Great job everyone! (for those of you that like numbers we raised 65 pounds and they received altogether 12 tons!!!)

River Trip Pictures

Selected Pictures:

Our British Contingent has claimed this site in the Name of the Queen!

 

And the Colonials Respond!

 

 

Our Chariots Await!

 

The Dam as seen from the launch site

 

Our Master Fireman prepares for the cooler evening!

 

Come on in, the water is a refreshing 51 Deg.

Frisbee on our layover day 



The Professional
 

The Master

 




The Journeyman

The Padawan

 

 At Willow Beach:

 

On to the Dam!

The Gaping Maw of the Left Spillway Diversion Tube

The Launch site as seen from the Dam!

the crew on Top of Generator 1A (did you see the lights Dim)

 

Black Canyon River Trip 2013

 Saturday Morning

 

Tuesday morning!

What a differnce a couple of days (and river miles) make :-)

"Mom" Redmond's Reflections

WHO'S ON FIRST?

"Who's got water?"

"Mr Adams and Mr Gamble brought water filters."

"You mean Mr Pigott"

"Ya, Mr Pigott and Mr Gamble"

"NOT Mr Gamble!"

"There is no Mr Gamble!"

...long pause...

"Who's Mr Gamble?"

MESMERIZED

Floating languidly along the rugged base of these towering volcanic cliffs, you can hear the fast moving river beating itself against the rocks just under the water's surface.  We steer clear to avoid "the rapids" as numerous flocks of ducks, cormorants and even seagulls swoop and soar around us, riding and then at times defying the warm wind that presses against our faces.  When they're sure they have our attention, they casually caress the river's rippled face with their wingtips, as an apparent sign of affection in this intriguing synchronized dance.

AMOEBA-PHOBIA

I keep hearing about the hot springs, just a short hike around the next bend from our campsite.  Many a trekker has returned from the famed oasis, shimmering in droplets and grinning as they rave about the benefits.  Unfortunately for me, I suppose, I'm not sold yet. 

I'm haunted by the last words of our canoe company's departing speech to us, "Enjoy the hot springs, but don't immerse your head or rub your face.  There is an amoeba that lives in those waters that enters through your mucous membranes, particularly your nose, and can cause some serious trouble.  No one has died yet, but further down river there have been some reports starting to filter in.  I don't know -- you decide." 

So for now, I think I'll pass on that popular experience.  If I do work up the courage and chance being assaulted by the little creeps (the amoebas, not the scouts), at least we've got a port-a-potty and I'm not scrambling the hills and digging holes, like I expected.

ROUGHIN' IT ON THE RIVER

There's nothing like a crackling fire under a starry sky, the low drone of hushed conversations, and sheer exhaustion to send one off into the dreamy depths of a good night's sleep.  And sleep I did, clear through 'til morning's soft glow began to rouse me from hibernation.  Birds cheered on the coming of the new day as the sun forced its way above the horizon, as if defying gravity with a hearty morning stretch, until it finally burst forth from behind the canyon walls.  The enticing aroma of Roger's bacon and the thought of a good hot cup of coffee did the job of finalizing the fact that our second day on the river had officially begun.

JUST WHAT I NEEDED

Funny how time seems to slow to a halt if you sit in one place long enough.  My spot for the day is the rocky shoreline of the cove that serves as a dock for the teams of canoes and kayaks that carry the brave souls up and down this great river.  My daydreaming mind really does thrive in this setting.  Oh the stories this earth seems to tell when one has the privilege of time.  Today, it would seem I have an abundant supply.  Friendly people are coming and going in a fairly steady stream, providing just enough variety to prevent "death by boredom."  The sun's warmth partners with the cool breeze, and together with the sights and sounds of this magnificently beautiful scene, creates a healing setting for my battle-weary soul... and life is good.

MINI-BEARS?

I hear tell of mini-bears here in abundance, but so far I've only seen one.  Greg has stories of summer camps where he was beating them off with a stick, so I'm considering myself lucky.  My lil' intruder is a chipmunk, no bigger than a hamster and much less FLUFFY. 

He caught my attention when he first ventured into the middle of the well-warn path to check out a baked potato or some other foil-wrapped refuse which had seen better days than the recent trip to the campfire that evidently took its life.

Once Alvin found this edible treasure, it became an absolute obsession for the lil' striped critter.  Much like facing those irritating moving miniature golf traps, he challenged death over and over by dashing out to the charred foil to stuff his cheeks in spite of the endless 2-legged parade that trampled the scenery.

At one point, he froze for a moment before his mad dash, noticing my watchful eye.  Quickly deciding I wasn't much of a threat, his curiosity drove him to abandon his dinner quest and he did the "chicken thing" (you know, crossed the road to get to the other side).  To my delight, he foraged 'round my feet for a while before flitting up the rocks behind me along the base of the canyon wall, finally disappearing into a "Soul"... I mean hole.  (you've seen that commercial, right?  ok, sad excuse for a joke... moving on!)

WISH YOU WERE HERE

Each time I have the privilege of spending time with these boys, I'm deeply impressed upon by a strong sense of how rare and precious these opportunities really are.  I get an insider look, not at the boys who whine when we ask them to do their chores, but at young men rising to greet the challenges before them, and really coming into their own.  They fend for themselves, defend themselves and take the consequences when they offend others.  They're good sports, good cooks and good friends.  They're worth every moment we can spend with them,

Now being a mom, I confess that I'm treated differently than the dads.  I always feel spoiled, which says something wonderful about the character of these men we are married to, and the young men we are raising.  We all have reason to be proud.  Though I'm not "one of the guys", I am made to feel welcome, as if I belong.  In return, I purpose myself to step out of "mom-mode", resisting the obvious temptations of that role.  I am keenly aware that if I "mother them" too much, they may never want a mom to go with them again.

Instead I watch and I listen and I blog.  And I do so with a grateful heart, because I sure cherish these times.  I want to remember these moments and I want other parents to experience moments like these.  I want to encourage other moms, in particular, to "brave the wild outdoors" so you can watch these boys interact with nature and with each other in these "untamed and un-mothered" settings.

So grab your TP and shovel, and get out there with your boy on the next Scouting Outing.  He won't be a boy for long, you don't want to miss this!  :) 

Thanks for letting me pour out my heart, and for sharing your boys with me.

 Scoutingly Yours,

Mrs Red

River Trip Pictures

Folks,
    You will find my pictures from the recent Black Canyon trip on Facebook at:
https://www.facebook.com/gregory.adams.108#!/media/set/edit/a.183832768430663.1073741827.100004118230314/

For those interested in the Very Bright Lights we saw outside Primm Nevada on the way to the river, read:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivanpah_Solar_Power_Facility

This plant should eventually produce 392 MegaWatts of power by using sunlight to make steam to spin the turbines. This is about 1/5th of the maximum capacity of Hoover Dam (2080 MW) which generates electricity by using flowing water rather than steam to spin the turbines!

UNDERWAY AND ALREADY WET!

                                     HOT WATER WATERFALLS ALONG THE WAY

                                                             A PEACEFUL SCENE

              WELL, WE DIDN'T FLIP SO WE NEED TO JUST TAKE CARE THAT!

                       REMEMBERING WHO THEY ARE AND WHO THEY REPRESENT!

                                       NO NEED TO USE MUSCLES IF WE CAN SAIL!

SUNRISE LAUNCH PREP

                   Loaded up, heading for late sunrise launch... Here's hoping I stay dry!!! :) d

                                                                Queen of the River

BOULDER CAMPGROUND - CANOE CREW HAS ARRIVED

                                                                          We're here!

At the campsite by Lake Meade, before our 8am launch tomorrow morn down the Colorado. We're sharing the campsite with a Venturing Crew from AZ who have an 9am launch right after us. We're both heading to the same camp spot along the river, tomorrow night as well, so it looks as if we've made some instant friends for the entire trip. Funny how that happens!

So here's a pic of our afternoon activity while we wait for dinner. Tents are all set up, smell of steak on the grill, Roger's off to the nearest store to grab some coffee creamer (what's coffee without creamer!) and ranch dressing (what are carrots without ranch dressing?!)... and the boys are doing a "ring around the rosie" campfire dance. Oh how I love this troop!!

As usual, I'm taking deep breaths with a grinning heart, thanking God for letting me tag along with these boys! Hopefully I'll still be feeling this way when I face  that river as the sun kisses the morning dew. :) d

 I'm about to hit the sack, and I don't know that I'll get reception on the River, so here's my first real blog for your enjoyment.

Dusk hovers tentatively, much like me, ready to hunker down and give way to the incredibly expansive night sky. Voices are softening, the chill is coming on fast, and minds are anticipating the morning to come.

Greg and I are all comfy in our camp chairs, watching Roger and the boys toss the frisbee round the parking lot. I'm listening to their laughter and frequent outbursts, testaments to the joy of the adventure we're on, even if it hasn't really yet begun.

The night's activities are soon to be revealed, but my body is already considering the warmth of my sleeping bag. I'm so thankful to Zach and Justin for coming to my rescue earlier today, making the daunting task of setting up my tent morph into a 4-minute snap!

I must confess that Stewart's hot Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches topped the adult's bagels and cold cuts, hands down. But watching him spend the next hour cleaning up instead of running with the boys left me with few regrets.

And with that, I wish you all a good night.

Happy Scouty Dreams!
Mrs Red

Events

Hello everyone, there have been a lot of things happening of late. The first one would be the Wounded Worriers dinner that the boys cleaned cooked and delivered food at. They had a very busy night!! Another outing we just went on was the Junior hunters well hunt. Joshua Thiry Joshua Burkhart Ben Roderic and Ethan Somers went on this trip. They can all tell you how much fun it was. How can they not have fun when you were promised the best hotdog of your life! Everyone came home with a birds and some with three!!! All in all it was a good day.