From my boyhood scouting days, I had but one friend who went to Philmont for two weeks of high adventure. He loved his experience.
I would’ve liked to go, but Scouting had somewhat faded in my late adolescent consciousness. I certainly enjoyed the local camping experiences and the hikes into bogs and swamps my friend Paul Brach would organize for the “science and nature” clique in our troop.
* Two reasons: the stole’s patches and the fact it’s worn on the outside