Landscape picture from the top of Green MountainOn April 18, my Boy Sout troop and I went on a hike up Green Mountain. About half way up, I tried to get a photo of a mountain range that was tipped in snow.
As you can see, the mountains didn't come out very well in the photo.
It took us two hours to get to the top. There were a LOT of sore feet when we were done, including mine, and we still had to go down. While we enjoyed the view, we ate our lunch, grateful to be off our feet. After lunch, we did a sweep of the area to ensure we hadn't dropped any garbage, as well as to pick up other people's garbage. We had just started heading down and were out of sight of the top when I called a halt so I could look for my handwarmers, which I had taken off before I ate. My scoutmaster intructed me to take a buddy to go back up and look for them. When my buddy and I were back at the top, I stopped and checked the side pocket of my backpack. I felt sheepish, realizing the handwarmers were in the pocket. My buddy and I waited a second and then took our time walking back to the troop so no one would suspect where the handwarmers had been. Incidentally, they were only about three minutes ahead of us.
On the way down, our troop did a service project by picking up trash on the trail. We ended up with three beer bottles and a lot of candy wrappers. It took us about an hour to get down, and our feet didn't hurt nearly as much. When we got to the bottom, we took a quick bathroom break, packed up, and left. Because there were no trash cans in the parking lot, we packed the garbage out with us to throw away once back at our starting point.
Thus is my story of Ian and the Green Mountain boys.
The "Green Mountain Boys" - Scout Troop 1532
