I hope I made it clear that not all of my scouting placed a
horrible scar on my young psyche. I had many enjoyable and sometimes laughable
times as a scout. So now that I have bored even the hardiest of readers with my
personal scouting experiences, I want to take the time to reflect on some of my
more happy memories.
The first one that comes to mind was our day hike at the Sunol
Park just east of Fremont. Jim and Carol Harris were the Blazer Scout leaders and
drove our small patrol out to the park. This was our first true scouting
experience as young boys. Our parents weren't with us. He had on our uniforms.
Better yet, there was to be a camp fire.