Cub scout camp or bust

Bust was almost the result for cub scout camp last week. I am the cub master for our ward (isn't that funny?!!) so I volunteered to attend scout camp for the week and take a car load of boys with me. We are lucky in that there is a great area wide Cub Scout day camp about 25 miles from our church located on the Belk Boy Scout Camp, a beautiful facility with everything a scout could want: fishing, boating, swimming in a pool, gun and archery ranges, etc. I was so grateful to not have to put together a day camp on my own but instead our boys were able to have an amazing week doing activities that we can't do at the church building. I knew that spending the week at scout camp and being six months pregnant was pushing it a little but I wasn't that worried about it. However, I was hit with the tsunami of a chest cold (who gets a chest cold in June??!!!), which made the week a little more challenging; I ultimately stuck to driving boys back and forth and didn't spend as much time at the camp.

The boys had a spectacular time and I was so happy with their experience. Davin loved the activities and hanging out with "the guys." He seems to have inherited the "scout gene" that both of his grandfathers posses.

Davin at the pool

They had amazing weather the entire week!

Davin and his friend Cade working on a rescue

Pack 315!!!

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