The Summit

So, Philmont got canceled. Wildfires in the area have forced them for the first time ever to close the camp. Luckily, Summit graciously let us go there instead. We spent about a week in West Virginia.


Over the course of the week, we got to do many fun activities, although some were canceled due to weather concerns. The full list is Cope (Delayed), Big Zip, Mountain Biking (Delayed), Whitewater Rafting, Conservation (Ended Early), BMX (Cancelled), Skateboarding (Main Park Closed), Shotgunning, Rifle Shooting, Archery, Zipline Tours, and Climbing. Most activities had a large facility you had scheduled and a smaller one you could visit in your free time.


Overall, the camp was very nice and modern. The tents had some issues, mine even broke and all my stuff got wet. The tents housed two on cots, they were small but we were only in there to sleep so it was fine. The camp was covered in wifi towers and water stations. I didn’t bring my phone but I heard the internet was very fast. The water didn’t taste very good but was cold. Bathrooms were clean but the scouts were very messy. The food was very good. All the areas were in very good condition and seemed well maintained. The staff was well trained and very kind.  I will say the mountain bikes weren’t very nice and many needed repairs.

My Experience

Overall, I had a blast at The Summit. Even though the rain closed many areas I was still able to have lots of fun. Over the week I tried a lot of new things I would never have thought I’d do, like a mile long zip line that gets up to speeds of 60 miles per hour. My favorite activity was skateboarding. By the end of the week, I had overcome my fear and dropped in on the halfpipe. However, when I got back to Boston and went to the park I broke my wrist dropping in. Most nights I would walk around the camp with my friends until 10. For some reason, everyone disappeared around 9 so we had the camp to ourselves. The Summit was an awesome and totally different experience, that I would recommend to anyone.

Training for Philmont

The experience of training for Philmont has been rather mixed. On one hand, it is fun to go out in the woods with your friends and hike and talk for 2-3 hours. On the other hand, it is a little arduous to have to wake up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning, although I probably shouldn’t complain since I decided on that time.

All in all the experience has been a positive one, and I have gotten some great photos


The hiking schedule somewhat fell by the wayside during the winter, but it should pick back up now as we move towards warmer weather. I’ve wanted to do more distant expeditions to train, such as a trip to Monadnock, however, no one seems very enthusiastic about the idea, and some are flat out against it. While the Blue Hills is nice it is pretty easy and repetitive, and going somewhere a little harder might be beneficial. I was also hoping to do a mountain biking trip, as people seem to be interested in biking, and there aren’t any good trails around here. The problem being that not everybody has a good bike, and bikes can be pretty expensive.

Anyways, training is fun and has encouraged me to get outside and into the woods more. 10/10 would recommend to a friend even if they aren’t going to Philmont

Until next time,


Isaac Davis

I recently went on the Isaac Davis hike in Acton, Ma. The hike is held every year in commemoration of the Acton Minuteman’s historic hike from Acton to Concord to confront the British troops. The trail is about 7 miles long beginning at Isaac Davis’s house and ending at the Old North Bridge at Concord.

I arrived with the troop a little after 7, in a windy and mostly empty field. It took a while to find our plot, and once we had it took even longer to set up tents. We had the wrong rainfly for some reason, so we went to get a new one, but that didn’t fit either, and it turned out the first one did fit. Eventually, we got all the tents set up, and just in time because as soon as we got in it started to rain.

With the winds howling the walls of the tent started to shake, much more than they should be. I asked Aidan if he had done the clips on the side, his response, “what clips?” Being the trooper I am, I put on his Minuteman shoes, and heels sticking out went outside to do up the clips. It turned out that it was so cold that the rain had frozen, even though it had only started raining 15 minutes ago. As I got back in I noticed the rain was seeping through the floor, so I moved my bag onto the tarp. Doing the clips hadn’t helped, the walls were still flapping loudly and violently.

I eventually got a miserable 15 minutes of sleep, only to awake to realize my gloves weren’t on the tarp and were sopping wet. I slowly got up to Owen’s yell to wake up. He said that we shouldn’t pack now, but I, being a rebel at heart and having the foresight to know that I wouldn’t want to pack later packed up then went outside. It was around 4:00, so still rather dark. The rain had somewhat abated but was still coming down. I waited around for a bit, then got onto a bus. I had decided not to bring my poncho, which in retrospect, was a horrible idea.

We arrived at the high school, got off the busses, then walked over to the starting point. The troop had been divided into two groups, myself in the lead group. We waited for the others, but they didn’t arrive until much later. I waited for them out of the rain in the porta-potties. Eventually, they arrived and we set off. We quickly arrived at Isaac Davis’s house, and after a shortened ceremony and a musket volley we set off again. Eventually, we arrived at the town center. There we had another abbreviated ceremony and a musket volley. To our surprise, we were told to load back onto the busses. Everyone complained that we wouldn’t be doing the hike, but I, in my poncho-less state was happy to be out of the rain.

After a quick bus ride, we arrived at the Old North Bridge. There we were given a talk from a park ranger about the history of the site, and then we went back onto the busses, desperate for a warmer and dryer place. We took the bus back to camp, and stiff from the cold we packed up the remainder of our gear and collapsed the tents. We waited next to a puddle on the roadside for Owen’s dad to pick us up. Eventually, he arrived and we left, leaving behind the camp for next time, but taking with us the memories of a true character-building experience.

Overall it was a 6/10 experience. It would be lower but I was only there for about 15 hours. I would definitely recommend if it was a warmer day.

Until next time,