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Twenty things I did, learned or re-learned thanks to my latest Boy scout camping weekend

This weekend, I had a technological fast of sorts. There was no signal with which to tweet. Had I been able to tweet, though, this is what I would have said:

1. There is no cell signal for any service provider at Charco Azul. #CarajoViejo.

2. Boy Scouts have a hard time grasping the concept of cross-contamination and washing dishes.

3. Despite the fact that there is no cell signal, there is litter strewn along the roadside. #WTHPR

4. I hiked 6 miles in the rain with a group of Boy Scouts who were not informed beforehand that they would be hiking actual “miles”.

5. Because one scout turned green and I’m a weirdo, I ran 2 miles back…in hiking boots and wearing a backpack and a poncho…to send someone in a car. Then, I ran a mile back to rejoin them and finish the hike because, when it comes down to it, you succeed or fail as a team. #AchievementUnlocked

5. Charco Azul is really green. #BrochureFail

6. There should be a Boy scouts for un-Boy Scout-like adults. We can call it Bad Scouts and earn things like the “Liquid Courage De-Merit Badge” and “I Lost My Car Payment in the Casino De-Merit Badge.”

7. I saw the Little Dipper for the first time in at least decade. #LightPollutionSucks

8. You can see hundreds upon hundreds of stars in Carajo Viejo (A.K.A. BFE).

9. Side note: On at least one night a year, you should take yourself and, if applicable, your children to Carajo Viejo to really “see” the stars.

10. The formula for Pink Floyd under hundreds upon hundreds of stars is (Amazing^3). #RockMath \m/

11. There are still places where it looks like this at night:


12. There are still brooks that babble like this one:

13. Fireflys are not extinct.

14. If you want to foster a real-life sense of teamwork and accomplishment in kids, take them to a place that has no connectivity or cell signal.

15. Quiet and solitude are extremely underrated.

16. “The lunatic is in my head…. You rearrange me ’till I’m sane.” #PinkFloyd

17. Small, light brown rats who scratch at your tent when you’re trying to sleep are the real-life exemplar of magical forest creatures…who are, in fact, really gross and not magical at all.

18. On the day of World Series Game Three, I had no idea if the Red Sox won or not, but I was sublimely okay with that. (Admittedly, on Sunday, I was saddened to learn they had been robbed.)

19. I broke hamburger buns with Jesus…and his dad, Jesus.

20. Pink Floyd rocks. \m/

On being cool…


Today, I ran for Rett.

I ran today. If you know me, then you know that’s not anything out of the normal. Today’s run, though, was for a special purpose. I ran Miss Melia’s Run for Rett, a virtual 5K for charity that was brought to my attention by @idlejabber.


While I obviously don’t need an excuse to run, I love to run for something that matters. In this case, it was to help find a cure for Rett Syndrome, a debilitating, neurodevelopmental disorder that affects one in every 5,000 girls. Not only can they not run, they often cannot speak, walk or use their hands. I can run, though, and if I can run to help find a cure for Rett Syndrome…or anything else, I’ll do it all day long.

Please take a moment to visit the Girl Power 2 Cure website, where you can learn more about Rett Syndrome and do your part to help.

Remember: Virtual karma counts, and one can never accumulate enough of the good kind!