It's 3:45 AM and my son wakes me up to tell me that he has thrown up all over his bed.
Now it is 4:15 AM and I am trying to get back to sleep.
And it is 4:30 AM and I am still awake. And now the alarm will be going off in one hour.
And now it is 5:50 AM and the alarm is going off after two "snooze taps" and I am late.
And through it all, all I can think of is
I WANT TO GO BACK TO PHILMONT!
To all of you choosing your treks and shaking down your crews and picking which gear is worth its weight, have a great time. It will be the time of your life.
And now it is 7:30 AM and the desktop on my computer shows my two sons and four other scouts from my crew and the sun rising between them at Inspiration Point. You can't see the baby raptor in the nest on the cliffs behind that is crying out to mom for food, every time she gets within sight. But I can still hear that cry.
And I hear that other cry as well: I want to go back to philmont.
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