Tyler
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(Note, this is from a blog post I made about 3.5 years ago, but I wanted to share. I loved my time with the Boy Scouts and had a lot of good experiences for the time I spent being a part of it. I wish it was taken a bit more seriously these days as I see a lot of troops out wandering around with no regard for nature anymore; some tossing their trash literally on the trail as they walk around. I'm not saying they're all like this, but I see it way too often)
With Caiden starting up with the Scouting program, I've dug up some old memories in my brain about some of the best times I had as a scout. By far, my favorite was going to Camp Winton, which was in the vicinity of where I lived, but far enough out to make it a good 2 hour drive to get to (maybe even 3 hrs??) It was located in the high Sierra Nevadas and along a lonely highway (Hwy 88).
Camp Winton was located on the South Eastern edge of Lower Bear River Reservoir. Across the reservoir (on the North side) was an LDS owned girls camp called Camp Ritchie, which I recall my mom spending a lot of summers there when she worked with the Young Women's.
The Camp generally ran for a week. We arrived on a Saturday and loaded whatever we couldn't carry on our backs, into a boat (you could only access the camp via boat or on foot). They would then drive us to a trailhead for the "GASP" 1.5 mile hike into the camp (when I first went to the camp at 13, I thought that was a LONG hike). We were required to pack in as much as we could, while the boat took our extra provisions like food, cooler, etc.
The camp was fun. There had to be 300 plus scouts there at a time. Each troop was assigned a campground, which was usually on the side of the mountain (which reached up from the shore of the lake). There were a bunch of merit badges we could work on through out the week. I remember taking water skiing, wilderness survival, astronomy, basket weaving (yes, basket weaving), archery, canoeing, and many others that aren't coming to mind.
I have great memories too. Even though it was the hot summer, the nights got cold. For our last night of wilderness survival we were taken out away from our camps to a desolate spot (about a mile away) with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We could not bring food, or a sleeping bag. They fed us a small meal and then we had to partner up and build a shelter out of the surroundings. A guy from my ward, Sean Smith, was my partner. I remember stumbling upon an already built, but half torn down shelter someone else had made and adding to it for our shelter (yes, we cheated). The thing had tons of room inside and we thought we were so smart (you know, because lots of room means you'll be cozy). Later that night, we understood what they meant when we were taught to make it really tight-fitting. We were both SOOOOO cold. Our teeth were chattering all night and Sean said I was saying something about me wanting my mommy. I don't remember that, but I remember him making the suggestion that we should rub our bodies together for warmth. I was desperate, but I was also a little homophobic, so I pretended like I didn't hear him. Nevertheless, we made it through the night.
Another great memory was an over-night trip our troop made to the upper reservoir (it was above the lower reservoir, dammed up). We got some canoes and loaded food and our sleeping bags in and canoed up to the foot of the dam. From there we carried our stuff to the top via a trail, then went back down and carried our canoes to the top. We then canoed out to an island on the upper reservoir to set up camp. It was seriously awesome. We spent some time taking the canoes over to the Western shore of the upper reservoir and hiking up a dry fall and across the top. It was here that I think I had my first real brush with death. I remember climbing up a steep rock face above the falls, but the further I got, the steeper it became and I knew I wasn't going to make it up and I could feel my body wanting to slide back down. If I had slid, I know my momentum would be too hard to stop and I would have for sure gone over the edge of the dry fall. Of course as a 13 year old you're embarrassed to admit you need help, so I just kind of attached myself to the rock, like a spider but eventually I started to slide and I yelled at my buddy Sean for help. I just remember feeling his arm reach out and grab me and pull me into the upper water run-off ditch and like that, I was still alive. I remember looking back at the cliff face I almost fell off and it was a good 60' tall. That would have sucked to have ended my life that way
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Here are some google map images of the two reservoirs:
Lower bear river reservoir
http://maps.google.com/?ll=38.54595,-120.241156&spn=0.051286,0.076218&t=h&om=0&z=14
Upper bear river reservoir
http://maps.google.com/?ll=38.564912,-120.212016&spn=0.025636,0.038109&t=h&om=0&z=15
With Caiden starting up with the Scouting program, I've dug up some old memories in my brain about some of the best times I had as a scout. By far, my favorite was going to Camp Winton, which was in the vicinity of where I lived, but far enough out to make it a good 2 hour drive to get to (maybe even 3 hrs??) It was located in the high Sierra Nevadas and along a lonely highway (Hwy 88).
Camp Winton was located on the South Eastern edge of Lower Bear River Reservoir. Across the reservoir (on the North side) was an LDS owned girls camp called Camp Ritchie, which I recall my mom spending a lot of summers there when she worked with the Young Women's.
The Camp generally ran for a week. We arrived on a Saturday and loaded whatever we couldn't carry on our backs, into a boat (you could only access the camp via boat or on foot). They would then drive us to a trailhead for the "GASP" 1.5 mile hike into the camp (when I first went to the camp at 13, I thought that was a LONG hike). We were required to pack in as much as we could, while the boat took our extra provisions like food, cooler, etc.
The camp was fun. There had to be 300 plus scouts there at a time. Each troop was assigned a campground, which was usually on the side of the mountain (which reached up from the shore of the lake). There were a bunch of merit badges we could work on through out the week. I remember taking water skiing, wilderness survival, astronomy, basket weaving (yes, basket weaving), archery, canoeing, and many others that aren't coming to mind.
I have great memories too. Even though it was the hot summer, the nights got cold. For our last night of wilderness survival we were taken out away from our camps to a desolate spot (about a mile away) with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We could not bring food, or a sleeping bag. They fed us a small meal and then we had to partner up and build a shelter out of the surroundings. A guy from my ward, Sean Smith, was my partner. I remember stumbling upon an already built, but half torn down shelter someone else had made and adding to it for our shelter (yes, we cheated). The thing had tons of room inside and we thought we were so smart (you know, because lots of room means you'll be cozy). Later that night, we understood what they meant when we were taught to make it really tight-fitting. We were both SOOOOO cold. Our teeth were chattering all night and Sean said I was saying something about me wanting my mommy. I don't remember that, but I remember him making the suggestion that we should rub our bodies together for warmth. I was desperate, but I was also a little homophobic, so I pretended like I didn't hear him. Nevertheless, we made it through the night.
Another great memory was an over-night trip our troop made to the upper reservoir (it was above the lower reservoir, dammed up). We got some canoes and loaded food and our sleeping bags in and canoed up to the foot of the dam. From there we carried our stuff to the top via a trail, then went back down and carried our canoes to the top. We then canoed out to an island on the upper reservoir to set up camp. It was seriously awesome. We spent some time taking the canoes over to the Western shore of the upper reservoir and hiking up a dry fall and across the top. It was here that I think I had my first real brush with death. I remember climbing up a steep rock face above the falls, but the further I got, the steeper it became and I knew I wasn't going to make it up and I could feel my body wanting to slide back down. If I had slid, I know my momentum would be too hard to stop and I would have for sure gone over the edge of the dry fall. Of course as a 13 year old you're embarrassed to admit you need help, so I just kind of attached myself to the rock, like a spider but eventually I started to slide and I yelled at my buddy Sean for help. I just remember feeling his arm reach out and grab me and pull me into the upper water run-off ditch and like that, I was still alive. I remember looking back at the cliff face I almost fell off and it was a good 60' tall. That would have sucked to have ended my life that way
.Here are some google map images of the two reservoirs:
Lower bear river reservoir
http://maps.google.com/?ll=38.54595,-120.241156&spn=0.051286,0.076218&t=h&om=0&z=14
Upper bear river reservoir
http://maps.google.com/?ll=38.564912,-120.212016&spn=0.025636,0.038109&t=h&om=0&z=15
