Never have I met a cheerier group of people at 5:30 a.m. in the pouring rain than the Boy Scouts. This morning I dropped off my Son in those conditions for his final scouting trip – canoeing. His scout leaders call a downpour a “fine Scottish mist.” See, isn’t that cheery?!
I have to admit that I was relieved to hear they will be on the Allegheny River, not the Youghiogheny (“The Yuffayuffany, the river which is impossible to spell,” my mother calls it). The Yough is mostly white water, while the length of the Allegheny the scouts will be on has only one little section of white water.
We had a thunderstorm during the night, but our weather is predicted to be horrendously awful later today, with a 5% chance of 70 mph winds, which, in every mother’s mind, equates to 5 x 70 = 350 mph winds. I would appreciate your prayers today for the safety of those Scouts and other intrepid people who venture outdoors in such weather. As for me, I already prayed, so I’m going back to bed. Except I'm not, because I have to drive Oldest Daughter to work.
Here he is, putting in on the Potomac, several years ago, on a canoe trip with his cousins and uncles.
|Not afraid to get his feet wet.|
|Looks idyllic, eh? No Scottish mist!|