This is me in the stern, the first time I had ever been in a canoe. Hard to tell what stroke I was applying. Still working on my technique, though, after all these years. That's Danny Pascue in the bow.
I think I was about 13 at the time,1960, at Camp Harvey West, a Boy Scout camp in California. From this camp, our troop, #257, hiked to Camp Winton, also a Boy Scout camp. The hike was dubbed by the BSA as the Kit Carson Trek. I don't remember how long it was, but I think about 50 miles. At the end of one of our days, Danny arrived at camp without his pack. Scout Masters asked him where it was. Said, "I lost it." I think he was getting bored with carrying the load. Anyway, Scout Masters said, "Danny, you better go find it, or you don't eat until we get to Camp Winton."
Harsh!
Anyone out there have been to these camps, or hiked the trail? Would be great to have some more input to refresh my memory!
Michael