By: joealaska , 3:20 PM GMT on May 18, 2014

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It is 3 weeks since I came to Mount Eden, the official mailing address here at the lake.

The first full weekend I was here was busy and packed. The next weekend was rained out. Just me.
Then we had heavy rain earlier this week, but it has finally stopped. But the trails here are closed due to the rain, so horse campers will not be coming this weekend. It was worse. BOY SCOUTS. A PACK of them.

Started Friday afternoon. Earlier I had noticed the maintenance guys bringing extra picnic tables to all the sites around me. Then a guy in an SUV pulled up midday and pulled into the spot next to me. He and 3 kids got out. I watched in horror as they started unloading bedrolls and tentage. Soon there were more coming in. What the hell? I still wonder what the deal was, as all these folk would fit on a nice hillside nearby set up for group camping. Which is empty right now.

The tents are crowding in, with three of them in an area I consider my turf. I stayed inside a lot.

Dutchie was excited with the new neighbors arriving, but she wanted out. She hung out under LEGGS, but something spooked her and she bounded into the nearby woods. A few of the campers saw her, and one guy asked WHAT was that? The other said a CAT or a RABBIT. It was chaos with everyone arriving for a while, and I knew Dutch would wait it out, so I did too. But every 5 or 10 minutes I would whistle to her. I had my dinner and went over toward the woods and whistled. Right away she stuck her head out. Thick foliage there, even for a cat. She was looking at me, but there were kids kicking a ball around just a few feet away as a distraction. I just told her C’MON! She bolted through the commotion and went underneath LEGGS. I opened the door and she ran inside.

A couple nights ago we were still having storms coming through. But after being stuck inside for a full day, I let her out during a calm period. I could tell by radar we had an hour or so, then here we go again. I watched her as she walked down the road here. The place was empty then, and quiet. I could talk to her as she went several hundred feet away. Still pretty much in sight. I have been try to teach her what RAIN means. And I was telling her RAIN! Every few minutes. So she was ready when the drops started falling. I was yelling RAIN DUTCHIE, C’MON! She bolted right away. A sprint toward me. She had to stop dead once, just to do it and look back. But then she came on in full bolt, tearing into the gravel to stop. We both went inside as it started to POUR again.

Finally, Saturday morning, with all the scouts possible tented nearby, she wanted out again. I watched as she ran into the woods (now a lot thicker and dense since her first debacle there). No problem. About an hour later I saw her trotting down the road toward the RV, but she got distracted with something nearby. I had to whistle to get her coaxed in. But she hesitated. I went out and talked to her, approaching slowly. That little lady turned and ran back to the woods, but stopped short from going in. Dense as it was. I kept talking and went and got her. It took a few minutes. I think she is pissed there are so many people. I understand that. By noon Sunday they will all be gone.

It got into the 30s last night, and I felt sorry for those campers to a certain degree. Tonight it is going into the low 40s. Bummer. 90s later this week. More rain Thursday.

Tring to get soon-to-be 80 DotMom and 91 year old JoeKY out golfing this week. Maybe I will finally be able to give the old guy a game. He is 91 and coming off a couple injuries. I got him where I want him. But, maybe he is just setting me up...

Saturday night here. The guys with a small boat on my left side are all sitting in that boat as it is parked at the campground.. At least 7 of them in a 16 foot boat at most. They seemed to be checking all their night lighting system. But then they headed off into the darkness. All of them sitting in that boat as it was towed away by their truck. It HAD to be illegal as hell. They had about 1.5 miles to the water. I am sure it happens all the time here. An hour later they were back

It is 9:30 PM and dark. The camp is still alive with kids and adults.

It will all be over after tonight. Will probably fire up the furnace after the last few nights of COLD. Hate to do it for one night. Tried the gas stove inside. It works fine, although I will rarely use it. Nice to be there when I need it.

After freezing the last couple nights, it was just last week where the GIRLS and I were learning the A/C system, as well as a big ceiling fan never used until then. They worked!

I know the furnace works, but not sure if the thermostat does. Will find out.

I can see my breath. Going inside.

Everyone was up at 6:30 AM, so I was too. Kids screaming. No parents telling them to keep it down. Almost everyone was gone by 10 AM. The boat boys are still play-fishing, sitting in the boat again this morning. I am sure they know there is a big lake just down the road. It is 11 AM and they are not out fishing. Does not make sense. They were just practicing their casting when one guy got his lure caught up in a tree. That kept them busy for a while.

I watched the boy scouts all line up and walk the campground in a line to police for trash. It was a good thing to see them learn. There were 20 people in an area 100 by 25 feet. They were picking up minuscule trash. Now they are gone and I see a water bottle and a hat left behind. Even better, I see they left a decent pile of firewood. 6 or 8 big logs. Somebody paid some money for that wood. I assume they did not need it and left it for the next guys. Or they just missed it. Each site here has a nice fire pit for big fires. I have not used mine yet. If that wood is still there in a while, I will move it over to my area and tonight there will be a FIRE.

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9. WunderAlertBot (Admin)
6:49 PM GMT on May 22, 2014
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8. dotmom
11:39 AM GMT on May 21, 2014
Glad things are back on track for you Osdianna. We are creatures of habit. If I were without my computer for a week, I would be lost. I have been hooked on a couple of TV shows coming down to the finals. We all were watching Dancing With the Stars last night and really knowing in our hearts that Max and Meryl would win. They were beautiful together. I taped it so we can watch again if we like. First time win for Max after coming close multiple times. Derek and his partner - Amy, the para-Olympian were certainly outstanding and a real challenge for first place, but, yeah, Max and Meryl took it!

Weather is warming up here. It has been a long, chilly winter. A little warmth will thaw out the bones.
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7. osdianna
4:26 AM GMT on May 21, 2014
Back after a week plus of no computer; severe withdrawals. So, to catch up...in order of importance:

Sorry about your dog, Rotty....so tough to lose a friend.

My mom was a cub scout den mother for several years; the older I get the more I appreciate the sacrifices she made to give all three of us the very best guidance she could.

I watched a bit of the cycling, on Saturday I think it was...very narrow, winding downhill with a couple of guys going over the railing, and what seemed to me to be really serious interference from the scooters. Was it my imagination or were the leaders yelling at them to get out of the way? Whose stupid idea was that to have them on the track? A blimp, or maybe drones would be better.

I cannot even imagine what a nightmare Memorial Day in Camp Eden is going to be to Joe, let alone Dutchie; I hope Fluff has better sense than to even go out. I am currently pet-sitting for three cats in their own home. All are indoors-only cats, and I go over twice a day to clean litter boxes and change water bowls, and to socialize with two of them. Mutt hides in the cabinet under the sink and refuses to come out while I am there. I opened the cabinet door to peek in and let him know I knew he was in there, and he actually yowled loudly and pitifully so I left him alone. I am not one to torture the poor thing. It has been in the high 60's, with lots of sunshine, so after the marine layer clears off it gets pretty stuffy in that house. I open windows and write in a daily journal I keep for the cat-owners (who are on a cruise to Alaska...their third), while also petting and playing with the cats. The house is on a lake, so there are ducks, geese, deer, gulls, and other critters to watch, and the sky/clouds and water are in constant motion...so it's an easy way to earn a bit of extra change, as well as get away from my phone.

While my computer was out of order, I spent a lot of time reverting to my old habits of walking on the beach, writing long letters via snail mail to friends and relatives, and reading. It was so relaxing I am determined to start saying "No" to a lot of requests for my time. I haven't heard of any terrible things happening in my neck of the woods due to my lack of participation, so I guess they will get along without me just fine!


Nice job, JoeKy; I'll bet you are hired to cut JoeA's hair as long as he is within reach!
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6. Arbie
1:15 AM GMT on May 21, 2014
That is a blast from the past, Rotty. What is "Alaska"?
The closest I ever got to camping was a week-long summer camp I used to go to as a kid, where we slept in covered wagons on cots. There were canvas flaps that came down over the doors on each end. 
When you were younger you had an indoor dining hall and restrooms with running water; after you got older, you went to "outpost" where you ate under a tent, had an outhouse and an outdoor water pump for drinking and toothbrushing. We'd all gather around to brush our teeth. 
We spent our time hiking, clamming, cycling, swimming in a nearby lake, canoeing in a river that was also nearby. It was co-ed, and we'd cap off the week with a barn dance. It was church-sponsored but prayers before meals was about as religious as it got. 
It was a lot of fun. The only adults around were the owners and one director as the counselors were all high school and college kids. We got ourselves into some adventures now and then.
When I was growing up we lived in the country, so we didn't really need to go camping.
In Texas the boy scouts own their own camps. A new thing for me. The camps are really nice with all kinds of activities. With the younger boys at least one parent has to come so you don't get a night off. My kids didn't like cub scouts so we never got to the parent weekend off deal. 
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5. Rotty3
8:37 PM GMT on May 20, 2014
Just thought some of you might like a trip to the past:

Shishaldin and Turquoise Lake.

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4. insideuk
5:13 PM GMT on May 19, 2014
New pics available from Leggs Camp...

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3. dotmom
1:26 AM GMT on May 19, 2014
UK, you couldn't have said it better as to these youngsters and their camping. I was a Girl Scout leader (for one year only) when we were "camping out" and one of the girls was too close to the fire and her shirt caught on fire. It happened during the day, one of the leaders grabbed her and rolled her on the ground, and I had the job of driving her about 40 miles back to Louisville to the doctor's office. It could have been worse - but her weekend was over and I honestly can't remember if I went back or not. It was very frightening. Glad that is all behind me.
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2. insideuk
7:18 PM GMT on May 18, 2014
The main reason parents encourage young children to join the Boy Scouts and Girl Guides is so that every once in a while their offspring will be taken away for a cheap weekend under canvas. Hence the parents get 'time off' - which appears to be the main aim once you become a parent.

Can't think why...

What they neglect to realise is that these are also weekends where the tiny terrors are taught how to toast everything and anything on a stick over the open fire and then stay up all night giggling from the sugar rush of a thousand hot marshmallow/ gagging from a thousand toasted earthworm dares.

I know this because my friends pack their kids off on a regular basis.

And you ought to see the state of the kids once they get home - tetchy, bad tempered, ravenous, dirt covered and slightly damp around the edges. With burnt tongues.

They call it character forming I believe.

I'd imagine your group of fishermen were doing anything but fishing. With that many of them sat in that size of boat they could well have launched, sunk into foot deep water still on the jetty and come back for more beer drinking. Recounting tales of the one that got away/ bailed out.

Outdoorsy beer drinking is the grown up version of marshmallow toasting parties.

Only you don't earn lovely colourful woven badges for it.

But doubtless their wives were happy to be rid of them for a cuppla days all the same. Your loss was their gain.

My neighbours adult son helps out with our local scouts group when they go away on camping trips. Recently this has involved him arriving back home at sleepy o'clock in the morning in a very noisy transit van, which the responsible scout leader leaves with engine running, whilst they proceed to remove a million plus tentage items to store in next doors garage. Every last tent pole and tent peg clatters around for a good 30 minutes whilst they chat away and discuss what a good weekend was had by all.

So you can tell I'm not all that enamoured with scouts camping weekends without ever having been on one.

I was a girl guide for one week, I scored 5 colourful woven badges proclaiming new skills I'd learnt during an hour long girl guiding session. I think one was for opening the door, another for finding a chair to sit on....

When I was just short of 13 years old I did go on a week long camping trip with my school to the island of Anglesey, off the north coast of Wales. There were about 100 or so from my school year, plus about the same from another local school, boys and girls separated by a rope line.

I tripped over that rope quite a lot in the darkness.

We slept in sleeping bags on the ground (on the grass) inside tall white canvas teepee tents, designed to sleep 8 youngsters in a circular clock face fashion around a central wooden pole. On average we had 22 bodies on our clock face, but the night hours flew by. I rarely knew the name of the person/s sharing my sleeping bag and often never knowingly saw them in daylight hours.

I stayed awake for all but about 12 minutes that week.

As it turns out teenagers cannot be controlled by a single thick line of rope laid on the hillside. Whodda thought?

Anyway. We survived on bowls of breakfast cereal and slices of toast along with rather yummy Highland toffee bars from the tuck shop (which was housed in a 6 x 4 feet wooden shed at the foot of the hill, I remember it vividly).

The toilets were open to the air above us with canvas cubicles wrapped around for laughable privacy . The washing bay areas were bowls on a trestle table and a cold water standpipe - again, all open air. The refectory was in a giant marquee tent, with long tables lined with hard wooden benches. The kitchens were housed at one end of the marquee and closely resembled the personal washing bay areas, only with a canvas roof. The dirty cutlery was afforded privacy the rest of us were denied.

The services were so basic the average teenager today would pass out cold on arrival.

We were lucky in that we managed to pick the one week of the century that North Wales had dry, warm and sunny weather. Our days were spent cavorting around castles and beaches in equal measure. The nights were a series of misadventures in the pitch darkness, having wasted the batteries in our one and only torch on the first night during a ghost story telling session of such extreme horror that none of us wanted to turn out the light again.

In the end we managed to break the central tent pole sufficiently to allow moonlight to filter down upon us and the canvas sides of the teepee were hitched up on so many occasions to allow new and excitingly unknown visitors to gain entry that we may as well have been sleeping entirely open air.

After an 'educational' visit to the local nuclear power plant we probably all glowed in the dark anyway. That may have been the teachers plan B when the rope idea failed to control illegal nighttime trespassing.

When, at the end of the week, I arrived home tetchy, bad tempered, dirt covered and slightly damp around the edges I remember bursting into tears because I was so disappointed it was all over.

Camping when you are a kid is stonkingly good fun.
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1. dotmom
4:13 PM GMT on May 18, 2014
I don't know - those "pseudo-fishermen" may get that wood before JoeA can capture it. Looks like camping can be a learning experience as well as a test of tolerance and patience. Obviously JoeA has never had kids of his own! :)
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On June 4th I left Kentucky driving my RV known as Leggs. The trip is mostly unplanned, it will be interesting to see where I end up. Let's GO!