USMB Coffee Shop IV

[Ringel05]

Two plus years ago when we bought our washer and dryer and hooked them up I noticed the dryer wasn't drying as well as any others I've ever owned or used. Never really paid that much attention until about a year and a half ago when it would take up to four hours to dry a load. Figured it was something in the design and determined not to buy another Kenmore........ That was until we disconnected it to move it and found the house dryer vent packed full of lint as hard as concrete. Checked the house dryer vent here before hooking it up and it seemed to dry better the first time we used it. The second time it took longer and today it's taking even longer so I disconnect the hose from the dryer to the house vent and the hose was packed full of lint. It was all the lint that had built up in the dryer over those years and I should have figured that out much earlier, I know how these things work....... Now it's time to take the dryer apart and clean it, and get a new hose...........

Buy a vent that is smooth on the inside. Vents that look like a spring wrapped in aluminum foil have too many nooks and crannies. These act as speed bumps, slowing down the flow and giving lint space to accumulate. Smooth vents can be installed like a periscope. Hook up the less accessible connection first and extend or contract it to fit the easier.

No charge.

The other possible problem is in the house dryer vents, too many right angles and too long of a run will cause the same problems.

How far from the exterior is your dryer? Those smooth bore vents have two right angles. I've seen dryer vents coiled up on the floor behind the dryer. Way too long to be effective.

Mine is a coiled, curled up behind the dryer, too long however if I cut 2/3rds off then it will be just long enough but I'll have to squeeze between the dryer and wall to install it. Not sure how long the house vent is but if that becomes an issue I can always install an indoor vent, it's in the garage which is already hot.......

So long as your dryer isn't gas!

Hook it up to the dryer first, then push the dryer into position. Then take the exhaust end and connect it to the exterior vent. Make it long enough, but no longer.

No it's not gas.

 

[Ringel05]

Unfortunately all multi player games are like that, those who live for the game, those who's competitive spirit means they will do anything (including cheat) to win, those who who cheat simply to disrupt the game (power and control) and the rest of us who do it just for fun and relaxation.

There are no more effective relaxant, than to play game with railroad and locomotives ) Like in Transport Tycoon, or Sim City or so on ))

I prefer RTS (Real Time Strategy - war) and FPS (First Person Shooters). I haven't played Sim City in over a decade and Transport Tycoon doesn't interest me.

How do you think about Zerg Queen? As for me, I like CS but last times playin' Unreal... Old, but good shooter...

Don't know any of those.

I assume CS is CounterStrike.....and come on, you've at least heard of Unreal!

I actually have CounterStrike, haven't played it in years, not one of my favorites and yes, I've heard of Unreal.

 

[Nosmo King]

I was a Boy Scout and a good one. I did not earn the Eagle rank, but I was in the Order of the Arrow. OA, as it is known, is the society for Honor Campers, boys who were avid campers.

Initiation into the OA involves something called Tap Out. That happened on the last night of the summer camp week. Our camp was on the shores of Leesville Lake, one of the Muskingum Watershed lakes built by the WPA during the Great Depression and nestled in the rolling hills of east central Ohio. Leesville Lake had a restricted motorboat horsepower of 9.9 so there were small sailboats and canoes plying the tranquil waters.

On the last night during our nightly campfire confabs, members of the OA would paddle aluminum canoes across the lake. They were illuminated by torches made from broomsticks with a coffee can containing a roll of kerosene soaked toilet paper. The OA members were clad in buckskins and slathered with 'war paint'. They landed the canoes on the bank of the lake within sight of the roaring campfire.

All the campers were assembled in a semi circle as the imposing older boys took their spot in the center. Then silently the older OA scouts would walk around the semi circle of nervous younger scouts. When they came upon a prospect (usually three or four out of the 70 to 90 campers) they would pause, face the now terrified young prospect, and tap them on the shoulder three times.

Now I used the word 'tap'. These were not the tap a wife might give a husband as he grumbled through dinner conversation. These were not taps a stranger might apply when seeking one's attention. No. These were taps given by a larger, older intimidating boy to a smaller, more impressionable one. Smacks, slugs, hits that might dislocate a shoulder would be more appropriate.

My 'taps' were given to me by Donnie Raber who would go on to be named All State in high school wrestling in the heavy weight division. Forty eight years later and I still remember the impact of his massive paws on my shoulder.

I rose through the ranks of the Order of the Arrow finally achieving the rank of Vigil, the highest rank in that group.

During the Vigil ceremony, one must take to the woods alone, build and maintain a campfire all through the night until you are retrieved to obtain your sash and Vigil Lene Lenape Indian name. Mine was Kaak. That means 'wild goose'.

For the next few years, until high school activities (read 'girls') took my attention, I was very active in the OA. During Vigil ceremonies, current Vigil rank members would approach the Vigil candidate's campfires throughout the night. We would make sure that their fires were burning and they were still awake. Hiding in the shadows, we would read motivational passages to the candidate, calling them out by first name.

One of my candidates was actually a Scout master from another troop. His name was Bernard Casto.

"Bernard" I began "I too have kept the Vigil!"

It was the first time I had ever called an adult by his first name. I'm quite sure that I was more impressed by the circumstance than he was.

Amazingly similar to my tap-out! A lake built by CCC during the depression, indians in canoes and tapped so hard I almost fell. A friend who was tapped out the same night was just getting over a broken clavicle. A big guy stood to his left and grabbed the Vigil's hand as it came down and whispered, "right shoulder". Both Franky survived and I survived out night in the woods except that I awoke about 50 feet down hil from where I was left.
20 some odd years later, I tapped out my son.
I rose from Cub through Explorer to Scout Master and finally to Council Adult Leader Training Committee. I was a Boy Scout for 38 years

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

 

[Nosmo King]

Buy a vent that is smooth on the inside. Vents that look like a spring wrapped in aluminum foil have too many nooks and crannies. These act as speed bumps, slowing down the flow and giving lint space to accumulate. Smooth vents can be installed like a periscope. Hook up the less accessible connection first and extend or contract it to fit the easier.

No charge.

The other possible problem is in the house dryer vents, too many right angles and too long of a run will cause the same problems.

How far from the exterior is your dryer? Those smooth bore vents have two right angles. I've seen dryer vents coiled up on the floor behind the dryer. Way too long to be effective.

Mine is a coiled, curled up behind the dryer, too long however if I cut 2/3rds off then it will be just long enough but I'll have to squeeze between the dryer and wall to install it. Not sure how long the house vent is but if that becomes an issue I can always install an indoor vent, it's in the garage which is already hot.......

So long as your dryer isn't gas!

Hook it up to the dryer first, then push the dryer into position. Then take the exhaust end and connect it to the exterior vent. Make it long enough, but no longer.

No it's not gas.

A sentence I've used in a different context.

 

[Sbiker]

Unfortunately all multi player games are like that, those who live for the game, those who's competitive spirit means they will do anything (including cheat) to win, those who who cheat simply to disrupt the game (power and control) and the rest of us who do it just for fun and relaxation.

There are no more effective relaxant, than to play game with railroad and locomotives ) Like in Transport Tycoon, or Sim City or so on ))

I prefer RTS (Real Time Strategy - war) and FPS (First Person Shooters). I haven't played Sim City in over a decade and Transport Tycoon doesn't interest me.

How do you think about Zerg Queen? As for me, I like CS but last times playin' Unreal... Old, but good shooter...

Don't know any of those.

I assume CS is CounterStrike.....and come on, you've at least heard of Unreal!

Unreal starts fast and working fast at current computers - so, it's an awesome substitute for Win Solitaire

 

[Foxfyre]

Two plus years ago when we bought our washer and dryer and hooked them up I noticed the dryer wasn't drying as well as any others I've ever owned or used. Never really paid that much attention until about a year and a half ago when it would take up to four hours to dry a load. Figured it was something in the design and determined not to buy another Kenmore........ That was until we disconnected it to move it and found the house dryer vent packed full of lint as hard as concrete. Checked the house dryer vent here before hooking it up and it seemed to dry better the first time we used it. The second time it took longer and today it's taking even longer so I disconnect the hose from the dryer to the house vent and the hose was packed full of lint. It was all the lint that had built up in the dryer over those years and I should have figured that out much earlier, I know how these things work....... Now it's time to take the dryer apart and clean it, and get a new hose...........

Buy a vent that is smooth on the inside. Vents that look like a spring wrapped in aluminum foil have too many nooks and crannies. These act as speed bumps, slowing down the flow and giving lint space to accumulate. Smooth vents can be installed like a periscope. Hook up the less accessible connection first and extend or contract it to fit the easier.

No charge.

The other possible problem is in the house dryer vents, too many right angles and too long of a run will cause the same problems.

As is a design like ours when the vent goes up through the roof. As Dancare, the guys who clean our carpets and also vacuum out the dryer vent explained, the dryer just isn't equipped to force all that lint straight up 16 feet so it accumulates in the tube pretty quickly.

 

[Foxfyre]

Good night darlinks. I really do love you guys.

And we continue to pray and/or send good vibes and/or positive thoughts and/or keep vigil for:

Harper (Save's granddaughter),
Pogo’s friend Pat and special comfort for Pogo,
Nosmo's mom,
Rod, GW's partner,
Kat's sister,
GW's daughter, her friend Sachendra, and Sachendra's husband Bob and son Gary in what is probably Sachendra's last days.
Mrs. Saveliberty with her knee surgery.
The Gracies just because,
Special prayers and/or positive thoughts for Mr. Peach and Peach143 in the coming days and wellness for them both.
Ernie!!!
Boedicca, her dad, brother, and family,
Kat & Mr. Kat in transition,
Hossfly's knee surgery,
Sherry's Mom for treatment to be successful,
The Ringels in difficult transition and wellness for Ringel,
Foxfyre & Hombre's foster dog Carly for wellness,
Dana!!!! (Foxfyre's friend recovering from heart transplant.)
All of us and those we care about who are looking for work,

And the light is left on for Noomi, Freedombecki, Oddball, Spoonman, SFC Ollie, AgainSheila, 007, and all others we hope will return.

Persistence is that inner strength that pushes us to try again after we have exhausted all our options.

 

[Hossfly]

For Gracie and all the Ol' Folks. I found out why I've been so tired lately.
Anyone else have this problem?


AAADD

KNOW THE SYMPTOMS.....PLEASE READ!

Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder.
Somehow I feel better even though I have it!!

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage,
I notice mail on the porch table that
I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table,
Put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
And notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back
On the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think,
Since I'm going to be near the mailbox
When I take out the garbage anyway,
I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table,
And see that there is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study,
So I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Pepsi I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks,
But first I need to push the Pepsi aside
So that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The Pepsi is getting warm,
And I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi,
A vase of flowers on the counter
Catches my eye--they need water.

I put the Pepsi on the counter and
Discover my reading glasses that
I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk,
But first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter,
Fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.
Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
I'll be looking for the remote,
But I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table,
So I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
But first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers,
But quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table,
Get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to
Remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

The car isn't washed
The bills aren't paid
there's a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter
The flowers don't have enough water,
there's still only 1 check in my check book,
I can't find the remote,
I can't find my glasses,
And I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day,
And I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem,
And I'll try to get some help for it,
But first I'll check my e-mail....

 

[Ringel05]

I was a Boy Scout and a good one. I did not earn the Eagle rank, but I was in the Order of the Arrow. OA, as it is known, is the society for Honor Campers, boys who were avid campers.

Initiation into the OA involves something called Tap Out. That happened on the last night of the summer camp week. Our camp was on the shores of Leesville Lake, one of the Muskingum Watershed lakes built by the WPA during the Great Depression and nestled in the rolling hills of east central Ohio. Leesville Lake had a restricted motorboat horsepower of 9.9 so there were small sailboats and canoes plying the tranquil waters.

On the last night during our nightly campfire confabs, members of the OA would paddle aluminum canoes across the lake. They were illuminated by torches made from broomsticks with a coffee can containing a roll of kerosene soaked toilet paper. The OA members were clad in buckskins and slathered with 'war paint'. They landed the canoes on the bank of the lake within sight of the roaring campfire.

All the campers were assembled in a semi circle as the imposing older boys took their spot in the center. Then silently the older OA scouts would walk around the semi circle of nervous younger scouts. When they came upon a prospect (usually three or four out of the 70 to 90 campers) they would pause, face the now terrified young prospect, and tap them on the shoulder three times.

Now I used the word 'tap'. These were not the tap a wife might give a husband as he grumbled through dinner conversation. These were not taps a stranger might apply when seeking one's attention. No. These were taps given by a larger, older intimidating boy to a smaller, more impressionable one. Smacks, slugs, hits that might dislocate a shoulder would be more appropriate.

My 'taps' were given to me by Donnie Raber who would go on to be named All State in high school wrestling in the heavy weight division. Forty eight years later and I still remember the impact of his massive paws on my shoulder.

I rose through the ranks of the Order of the Arrow finally achieving the rank of Vigil, the highest rank in that group.

During the Vigil ceremony, one must take to the woods alone, build and maintain a campfire all through the night until you are retrieved to obtain your sash and Vigil Lene Lenape Indian name. Mine was Kaak. That means 'wild goose'.

For the next few years, until high school activities (read 'girls') took my attention, I was very active in the OA. During Vigil ceremonies, current Vigil rank members would approach the Vigil candidate's campfires throughout the night. We would make sure that their fires were burning and they were still awake. Hiding in the shadows, we would read motivational passages to the candidate, calling them out by first name.

One of my candidates was actually a Scout master from another troop. His name was Bernard Casto.

"Bernard" I began "I too have kept the Vigil!"

It was the first time I had ever called an adult by his first name. I'm quite sure that I was more impressed by the circumstance than he was.

Amazingly similar to my tap-out! A lake built by CCC during the depression, indians in canoes and tapped so hard I almost fell. A friend who was tapped out the same night was just getting over a broken clavicle. A big guy stood to his left and grabbed the Vigil's hand as it came down and whispered, "right shoulder". Both Franky survived and I survived out night in the woods except that I awoke about 50 feet down hil from where I was left.
20 some odd years later, I tapped out my son.
I rose from Cub through Explorer to Scout Master and finally to Council Adult Leader Training Committee. I was a Boy Scout for 38 years

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

 

[Nosmo King]

I was a Boy Scout and a good one. I did not earn the Eagle rank, but I was in the Order of the Arrow. OA, as it is known, is the society for Honor Campers, boys who were avid campers.

Initiation into the OA involves something called Tap Out. That happened on the last night of the summer camp week. Our camp was on the shores of Leesville Lake, one of the Muskingum Watershed lakes built by the WPA during the Great Depression and nestled in the rolling hills of east central Ohio. Leesville Lake had a restricted motorboat horsepower of 9.9 so there were small sailboats and canoes plying the tranquil waters.

On the last night during our nightly campfire confabs, members of the OA would paddle aluminum canoes across the lake. They were illuminated by torches made from broomsticks with a coffee can containing a roll of kerosene soaked toilet paper. The OA members were clad in buckskins and slathered with 'war paint'. They landed the canoes on the bank of the lake within sight of the roaring campfire.

All the campers were assembled in a semi circle as the imposing older boys took their spot in the center. Then silently the older OA scouts would walk around the semi circle of nervous younger scouts. When they came upon a prospect (usually three or four out of the 70 to 90 campers) they would pause, face the now terrified young prospect, and tap them on the shoulder three times.

Now I used the word 'tap'. These were not the tap a wife might give a husband as he grumbled through dinner conversation. These were not taps a stranger might apply when seeking one's attention. No. These were taps given by a larger, older intimidating boy to a smaller, more impressionable one. Smacks, slugs, hits that might dislocate a shoulder would be more appropriate.

My 'taps' were given to me by Donnie Raber who would go on to be named All State in high school wrestling in the heavy weight division. Forty eight years later and I still remember the impact of his massive paws on my shoulder.

I rose through the ranks of the Order of the Arrow finally achieving the rank of Vigil, the highest rank in that group.

During the Vigil ceremony, one must take to the woods alone, build and maintain a campfire all through the night until you are retrieved to obtain your sash and Vigil Lene Lenape Indian name. Mine was Kaak. That means 'wild goose'.

For the next few years, until high school activities (read 'girls') took my attention, I was very active in the OA. During Vigil ceremonies, current Vigil rank members would approach the Vigil candidate's campfires throughout the night. We would make sure that their fires were burning and they were still awake. Hiding in the shadows, we would read motivational passages to the candidate, calling them out by first name.

One of my candidates was actually a Scout master from another troop. His name was Bernard Casto.

"Bernard" I began "I too have kept the Vigil!"

It was the first time I had ever called an adult by his first name. I'm quite sure that I was more impressed by the circumstance than he was.

Amazingly similar to my tap-out! A lake built by CCC during the depression, indians in canoes and tapped so hard I almost fell. A friend who was tapped out the same night was just getting over a broken clavicle. A big guy stood to his left and grabbed the Vigil's hand as it came down and whispered, "right shoulder". Both Franky survived and I survived out night in the woods except that I awoke about 50 feet down hil from where I was left.
20 some odd years later, I tapped out my son.
I rose from Cub through Explorer to Scout Master and finally to Council Adult Leader Training Committee. I was a Boy Scout for 38 years

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

 

[Foxfyre]

Amazingly similar to my tap-out! A lake built by CCC during the depression, indians in canoes and tapped so hard I almost fell. A friend who was tapped out the same night was just getting over a broken clavicle. A big guy stood to his left and grabbed the Vigil's hand as it came down and whispered, "right shoulder". Both Franky survived and I survived out night in the woods except that I awoke about 50 feet down hil from where I was left.
20 some odd years later, I tapped out my son.
I rose from Cub through Explorer to Scout Master and finally to Council Adult Leader Training Committee. I was a Boy Scout for 38 years

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

 

[Nosmo King]

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

I don't think green chilis would go well in Hudson Bay pie. Maybe it's because there is a shortage of green chilis in Hudson Bay.

 

[Foxfyre]

Our 42 partners just called. Her youngest son was placed on Hospice a few days ago and they just called that his vital signs indicate he may be passing today. So of course she and her husband would be in no frame of mind to enjoy a game today.

Parents aren't supposed to outlive their kids.

 

[Foxfyre]

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

I don't think green chilis would go well in Hudson Bay pie. Maybe it's because there is a shortage of green chilis in Hudson Bay.

Green chilis would not be found on anything in Kansas. But they are a staple everywhere here in New Mexico.

 

[Nosmo King]

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

I don't think green chilis would go well in Hudson Bay pie. Maybe it's because there is a shortage of green chilis in Hudson Bay.

Green chilis would not be found on anything in Kansas. But they are a staple everywhere here in New Mexico.

I'll swap some currants and cranberries for some green chilis! My gastroenterologist might wince, but what the hell!

 

[Hossfly]

I was a Boy Scout and a good one. I did not earn the Eagle rank, but I was in the Order of the Arrow. OA, as it is known, is the society for Honor Campers, boys who were avid campers.

Initiation into the OA involves something called Tap Out. That happened on the last night of the summer camp week. Our camp was on the shores of Leesville Lake, one of the Muskingum Watershed lakes built by the WPA during the Great Depression and nestled in the rolling hills of east central Ohio. Leesville Lake had a restricted motorboat horsepower of 9.9 so there were small sailboats and canoes plying the tranquil waters.

On the last night during our nightly campfire confabs, members of the OA would paddle aluminum canoes across the lake. They were illuminated by torches made from broomsticks with a coffee can containing a roll of kerosene soaked toilet paper. The OA members were clad in buckskins and slathered with 'war paint'. They landed the canoes on the bank of the lake within sight of the roaring campfire.

All the campers were assembled in a semi circle as the imposing older boys took their spot in the center. Then silently the older OA scouts would walk around the semi circle of nervous younger scouts. When they came upon a prospect (usually three or four out of the 70 to 90 campers) they would pause, face the now terrified young prospect, and tap them on the shoulder three times.

Now I used the word 'tap'. These were not the tap a wife might give a husband as he grumbled through dinner conversation. These were not taps a stranger might apply when seeking one's attention. No. These were taps given by a larger, older intimidating boy to a smaller, more impressionable one. Smacks, slugs, hits that might dislocate a shoulder would be more appropriate.

My 'taps' were given to me by Donnie Raber who would go on to be named All State in high school wrestling in the heavy weight division. Forty eight years later and I still remember the impact of his massive paws on my shoulder.

I rose through the ranks of the Order of the Arrow finally achieving the rank of Vigil, the highest rank in that group.

During the Vigil ceremony, one must take to the woods alone, build and maintain a campfire all through the night until you are retrieved to obtain your sash and Vigil Lene Lenape Indian name. Mine was Kaak. That means 'wild goose'.

For the next few years, until high school activities (read 'girls') took my attention, I was very active in the OA. During Vigil ceremonies, current Vigil rank members would approach the Vigil candidate's campfires throughout the night. We would make sure that their fires were burning and they were still awake. Hiding in the shadows, we would read motivational passages to the candidate, calling them out by first name.

One of my candidates was actually a Scout master from another troop. His name was Bernard Casto.

"Bernard" I began "I too have kept the Vigil!"

It was the first time I had ever called an adult by his first name. I'm quite sure that I was more impressed by the circumstance than he was.

Amazingly similar to my tap-out! A lake built by CCC during the depression, indians in canoes and tapped so hard I almost fell. A friend who was tapped out the same night was just getting over a broken clavicle. A big guy stood to his left and grabbed the Vigil's hand as it came down and whispered, "right shoulder". Both Franky survived and I survived out night in the woods except that I awoke about 50 feet down hil from where I was left.
20 some odd years later, I tapped out my son.
I rose from Cub through Explorer to Scout Master and finally to Council Adult Leader Training Committee. I was a Boy Scout for 38 years

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

I know that Eskimo Pie is a plant and Hudson Bay is a strain of Eskimo Pie so I doubt if Nosmo is referring to that.

Eskimo Pie

Hudson Bay

 

[Foxfyre]

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

I don't think green chilis would go well in Hudson Bay pie. Maybe it's because there is a shortage of green chilis in Hudson Bay.

Green chilis would not be found on anything in Kansas. But they are a staple everywhere here in New Mexico.

I'll swap some currants and cranberries for some green chilis! My gastroenterologist might wince, but what the hell!

Green chilis can be pretty spicy but they can also be very mild. And it is interesting that those who eat a regular southwestern/Mexican/New Mexican cuisine rarely have any gastroenterological distress. Those with such conditions probably should avoid that cuisine though.

 

[Hossfly]

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

I don't think green chilis would go well in Hudson Bay pie. Maybe it's because there is a shortage of green chilis in Hudson Bay.

Green chilis would not be found on anything in Kansas. But they are a staple everywhere here in New Mexico.

Hatch peppers! I was in Hatch, NM last fall and we got a 6 month supply.

 

[Foxfyre]

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

Kind of a pudding made of apples, raisins, currents, cranberries, brown sugar and chunks of stale bread. Mix them up in a Dutch oven and bake it in the coals of a campfire. It tastes better if you are not slathered in Off mosquito repellent, but it is not a seasonal dish.

Contemplating whether a Kansas or New Mexico troop would take currents and cranberries on a camp out. Somehow I don't think so. Must be a regional thing.

I don't think green chilis would go well in Hudson Bay pie. Maybe it's because there is a shortage of green chilis in Hudson Bay.

Green chilis would not be found on anything in Kansas. But they are a staple everywhere here in New Mexico.

Hatch peppers! I was in Hatch, NM last fall and we got a 6 month supply.

They are absolutely the best in the world.

 

[Nosmo King]

Amazingly similar to my tap-out! A lake built by CCC during the depression, indians in canoes and tapped so hard I almost fell. A friend who was tapped out the same night was just getting over a broken clavicle. A big guy stood to his left and grabbed the Vigil's hand as it came down and whispered, "right shoulder". Both Franky survived and I survived out night in the woods except that I awoke about 50 feet down hil from where I was left.
20 some odd years later, I tapped out my son.
I rose from Cub through Explorer to Scout Master and finally to Council Adult Leader Training Committee. I was a Boy Scout for 38 years

Our son was a scout (daughter was a Brownie but didn't go on to Girl Scouts) and hubbie was a scoutmaster for many years and then was on the district team often volunteering to be the cook for the staff. The night in the woods wasn't too tough in Kansas, but when the camps were in New Mexico bear attacks were a concern. So unbeknownst to the OA candidates, there were guards posted out of sight of the candidate just as a precaution.

My specialties on the training sessions were cooking and orienteering. Our course ended with a winter camp out... 2 nights in tents in mid December in Connecticut. I cooked Sunday dinner. The menu was always the same: Roast beef corn or string beans and baked potato. Desert was apple pie. Everything was cooked in site in Dutch ovens. I brought a Dutch oven with me when I shopped to test fit the roasts. It took 10 ovens to prepare the meal. I did cheat a bit and used charcoal and oven thermometers. Controlling the temperature of everything in 10 ovens in a camp fire 8 feet by 4 feet was nearly impossible.

We had Polar Bear camp during the winter. Our tents were WW II or Korean War surplus. Anyway, they had twenty years of stale, mildewish air about them. There were two upright poles and a ridge pole that weighed about fifteen pound. The sides were secured by stakes and ropes. Inside the Scout Masters provided three bales of straw per tent. We bedded down like barnyard animals, and enjoyed it thoroughly.

One particularly harsh winter weekend, our provisions froze solid during the long, moonless night. #10 cans of peaches were prized as a frozen dessert. Eggs were cracked and frozen, pancake batter could not be prepared for the water was ice.

There was an early 19th century stone house on the campground we had access to. We quickly built roaring fires in the fireplaces, stoked up the coal stoves and hunkered down on the wide pine board floors. Scout Masters drove into town, about twelve miles away, and brought back groceries. We made beef stew and Hudson Bay pie in Dutch ovens on the hearths. Boxes of raisins and bags of apples were distributed as we sang camp songs.

Later that afternoon, we donned our warmest clothes and broke down our tent camp. Someone had cobbled together sledges upon which we heaped tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and the remainder of our frozen fare. Then we shlepped everything back to the stone house and sorted through what could be salvaged and what we needed to dispose of.

By Sunday morning, we were warm, fed and happy. But the first night (Friday) was an experience!

What is Hudson Bay pie? it doesn't come up in any google searches.

I know that Eskimo Pie is a plant and Hudson Bay is a strain of Eskimo Pie so I doubt if Nosmo is referring to that.

Eskimo Pie

Hudson Bay

Edible hosta?