Here's our troop singing along with the camp leaders.
The enterance to the Volcavo. Inside, I learned about rocks, I say I learned, because all the Scouts in our troop already knew about all the rocks they had to show. It really made me feel dumb.
On a side note. This is the car that the camp supervisor drives, when he pulled up a billowing cloud of smoke followed. After I finished caughing, and gasping for air, I took this picture. If you look closely you will see that the muffler and exhast system is held together by rope. No amount of recycling will compensate for the amount of damage this car does to our atmosphere.