One of my strongest and most recurrent memories are of Anderson Scout Camp in Minnesota when I was a Boy Scout many years ago. The mystery of the dark, cool, fragrant, maple-basswood forest, the trails through the woods, the dark brown logs of the Great Lodge with the moosehead over the fieldstone fireplace, and the spectacular bonfire that the scoutmasters lit at dusk with a pull of a rope is still strong. I can still see it, the glinting glass eyes of the moose, the trail...I still know which one to take, I can still smell the damp river air. And the pancakes! Ahh the pancakes.... I wonder if that week wasn't a big part of the genesis of a lifetime of camping and recreation in the forest. My son followed me to Anderson in 1990, but wait.....can it really have been that long ago? He too is a skilled outdoorsman, currently serving in the Air Force. I have a job which siphons off my energies and affords me little spare time. The days of a mans life are twice numbered; the days gone by, and the days that remain. We can only know the first number, and we can only pray about the second. When I pray for myself, I ask for the continued strength and good health to participate in Boy Scout or church group outdoor activities when I retire from full time work in two years and some odd months. I commend you and others like you who introduce kids to the outdoors, and demonstrate and pass on some of the old skills. They will not forget.