When I rode the Southwest Chief from Chicago to Albuquerque in August 1996, we had quite a few scouts join us at Raton. It was late enough in the season that there weren't any groups heading to Philmont on the Chicago to Raton leg, however.
At that point, I was in the process of transitioning my volunteer energy and time from scouting to con running, having stepped down as a scoutmaster about a year and a half before, and only working as a unit commissioner while starting to work with DucKon. So, my lunch somewhere between Raton and Albuquerque ended up being a lunch consisting of 4 Boy Scout leaders (albeit none of us in uniform, and two of us not traveling on scout business).
The thing that made me feel old, however, was when we got to Albuquerque. As I was getting off the train, I noticed that several of the scouts who I knew had just spent a week or so on trails of Philmont, and maybe a couple of nights at the basecamp recovering afterwards, were outside of the train playing hacky sack. I know I wouldn't have had that kind of energy even then.
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At that point, I was in the process of transitioning my volunteer energy and time from scouting to con running, having stepped down as a scoutmaster about a year and a half before, and only working as a unit commissioner while starting to work with DucKon. So, my lunch somewhere between Raton and Albuquerque ended up being a lunch consisting of 4 Boy Scout leaders (albeit none of us in uniform, and two of us not traveling on scout business).
The thing that made me feel old, however, was when we got to Albuquerque. As I was getting off the train, I noticed that several of the scouts who I knew had just spent a week or so on trails of Philmont, and maybe a couple of nights at the basecamp recovering afterwards, were outside of the train playing hacky sack. I know I wouldn't have had that kind of energy even then.