It was afternoon coming back on the trail and just round the
tree covered hill, our camp came into view.
Wincing with embarrassment, right there where we left them, the logs surrounding
our site were still strewn with our sleeping bags and pajamas drying in the sun.
It rankled how sloppy and unkempt they made our camp look. No one else had
laid out their things to dry. No, all
the other troops had neat and tidy camps.
No sign of wet things! We endured
looks from the girls in the other troops that ranged from pity to delighted scorn.
Rivers of rain had run through our pup tents as an
unexpected torrential storm swept over the Jamboree gathering in the early
morning hours. We’d toughed it out and
truthfully, we weren’t cold even though we were soaked through. By sunrise the next morning, when Mr. and Mrs.
Hedges insisted we pull out our sopping bags and PJ’s to dry – we protested
LOUDLY! “Today is the camp
inspection! If we lay out our things to
dry we’ll never win the Jamboree Troop award ribbon!” Our very British leaders brooked no disagreement, their faces set like flint against our begging. And my mom, the
troop Assistant Leader, was having none of it.
“You girls will not be comfortable and it’s not healthy sleeping in
soaking wet bags – so, get them out, unzip and lay them out over the logs to
dry. Some things are more important than
an award ribbon!” My patrol friend and
tent partner Kim and I had just straightened our sleeping bags, cleaned and tidied
up our tent for inspection. We wanted
everything perfect in the hopes that our camp would win the big award from the
Jamboree leadership. Mr. Hedges had spent hours hand crafting the award – the beautiful leather and ribbon award was stamped and polished. We wanted it hanging on our Troop Banner. We slowly and sullenly complied with our
leaders, pulling out our bags and PJ’s and laying them out. I kept thinking, “Maybe they’ll dry before we
go on our hike today and we can put everything away before inspection starts!” But, as the time came for us to prepare for
our hike – the bags were still heavily sodden with water. Coming back from the hike and seeing the bags
and PJ’s was just an ugly reminder that it was over – the inspection had
already taken place. We lost our chance
and were in pretty poor spirits about it.
As we gathered for dinner, we ate somewhat quietly and then
cleaned up and prepared for the Jamboree campfire gathering, where the award
was being given. As the campfire time
began we sang songs, watched and presented skits and then listened as our
district leaders prepared for the award.
Our lead district representative talked about how it had been very easy
for them to decide which Troop was getting the award this year. They actually had only considered one camp
from the very start. I kept thinking –
yeah, it’s the one next to ours that has the great layout and all THEIR
SLEEPING BAGS ARE IN THEIR TENTS! The
district rep went on to say that Girl Scouting is most interested in building
leadership qualities and equipping girls to not only make good decisions, but
also in giving them the tools to support and carry out those good
decisions. Then, she announced our Troop
number and I was stunned, then instantly overflowing with joy! Our troop all looked at one another in amazement
as our leaders went up to receive our award and we were asked to stand.