Text Box: PCT trail marker that happened to be in the parking lot from which we had arrived. We soon regained our bearings upon reaching the trail again and began our hike again. This time staying more to the left, we found the trail on the other side of the wash. We then set a good pace and arrived at the camp about an hour and a half later in a large valley. The next morning, we were in for a big surprise. It was thirty-six degrees at our wake up time at five o'clock. Hands nearly frozen, we struggled just to pack up our tents. The sun popped up over the horizon about thirty minutes into our hike, basking us in some much-needed heat. We traveled along creek beds and under tree groves for the first ten miles until we arrived at the fire station. There we nourished ourselves with a few snacks and some greatly appreciated water given to us by the fire station employees. Satisfied, we again set off along the trail through a vast meadow, passing cows and horses along Text Box: the way. Soon after noon, the group arrived at the horse camp where we set up for lunch. Eager to move on, we trudged toward our camp at Indian flats. Slowed down as we reached the mountains, our pace began to waver. Upon arriving at a road, we agreed that we would eat dinner alongside the road since darkness was not too far away. Our meals ranged from bacon quesadillas to mountain house packets. Replenished, we traveled along the road toward Indian flats. Afraid of rain, many of us broke out our ducks backs or garbage bags. We arrived at camp about forty-five minutes later. Everyone was eager for some much needed rest so no time was wasted as everyone set up tents. The next morning, we woke up and began preparing for breakfast. Swirling mists engulfed us but we were fairly dry because we had set up camp under a grove of trees. After satisfying cups of warm teas or cocoa, we were ready for the final day of hiking. Our group split up into two Text Box: And The New Shall Learn SKILLS From their Elders (Skills Camp ‘04) Text Box: locked so that created a problem. After some schedule changes, we were back on course and the scouts arrived. After a quick orientation, the scouts were sent to there rotations. Than night all the scouts participated in the most INSANE capture the flag ever, 12 flaming kybos against at least 40 younger scouts and the Text Box: flaming kybos won. I think we all slept well that night. The next morning we cooked in our patrols and the packed up and left. home. By Kyle Stoffel Text Box: IT started off for four people on Friday night when we, the leadership, went up to set up the orienteering course at Fiesta Island. That night we brought pizza back to camp (yard sale). The next morning we woke up early and finished the course. Then the scouts started to arrive at the camp. The gate to Fiesta Island was Text Box: The Camelback Text Box: Page # Text Box: TRAILS&TRACKS Text Box: Trail Building was loads of fun. The ride was pretty uneventful. When we got there, we looked around at the environment. We went straight to work clearing and making a rock wall. Some of us grabbed rocks that were about head size rocks and put them in a wagon. We even worked with a sledgehammer trying to break rocks. Then two people drove the wagon to where people were unloading the rocks and making a rock wall. Other people were clearing brush along the trail. Everyone participated. We worked for 6 very hard hours, but we accomplished a lot! by Mac Keane Text Box: The Trail the Scouts Build Text Box: groups. One, made up mostly of the more experienced hikers decided to retrace the trail back to the fire station. The other group decided to travel along the road. While hiking along the road, the group decided, with some help from Mr. Radford, that we should conduct a trash pick up along the road. Upon reaching the end of the road, a six mile stretch, we had collected an impressive twenty pounds of trash! We then ate lunch across the highway at the horse camp we had rested at the day before. About halfway through our lunch, we were surprised to see Matt Walter and Steve Barr, who were scouting ahead during their lunch break. We then set off into the vast meadow. Once in sight of the fire station, we were overtaken by the second group. Ducking under the low bridge at the end of our hike, we completed our journey and made for the cars. By Colin Evans

We arrived at the trailhead late at night. After a pleasant conversation with the
local law enforcement officers, we trudged down the trail. Almost ten minutes into our hike, we realized that the wash we were traveling was way too close to the road. Turning back, we were misled again after someone sited a