It was a weekend that feels like the first day of the rest of our lives… because Boy Scouts is NOT Cub Scouts, people. For one, in Boy Scouts, the boys run the show. There are adults there to be sure nobody is hurt and some basic rules are followed; but the boys live and suffer by their own hands. So when the Scout assigned to build the campfire Saturday night didn’t get to it, everyone ate “raw” s’mores.
And this was BigGuy’s first Boy Scout campout…