The more observant of you will have noticed that I schedule my posts to publish at 7:19 a.m. Why that time? And why am I telling you this on 7/19?

It’s a tribute to the guys I grew up with. Most of us met each other in Boy Scouts. Troop 719 out of Vista, California.

As you go through life, you make all kinds of friends. Your co-workers become your second family. Maybe you’re still friends with some of your high school buddies. You have a collection of friends/acquaintances on Facebook and Instagram.

Yes, I’ve made many great, lifelong friends along the way, but for me, this particular group of idiots is my roots. My home. My brothers from several other mothers. Most of us have known each other since 6th grade.

As we grew up, we drifted apart. Some went away to college. Some got married. Some got divorced. Some had kids. We all had our own lives, though.

Then one year, one of us hosted a big birthday party/reunion, and we all got together again. Some of us hadn’t seen each other in years. It was such a good time that I had the genius idea to suggest we all go camping again, like we used to.

“Hey, let’s do Mt. Whitney again!” What was I thinking? Let me tell you, the highest mountain in the continental United States was a lot easier when we were 16 years old.

We did it the following summer, and it was a great time, but in the end, only a few of us could make the trip. We did easier backpacking trips the next couple years, but finally realized not many will ever join us backpacking, and the more the merrier. So we switched to car camping with day hiking trips instead. Then the guys with bad backs and bad knees could join us.

That’s where we are now. I mean that figuratively and literally. I’m camping with my buddies this week. This post is brought to you by the magic of advance scheduling. We go to Mammoth every year now, and several wives and girlfriends and kids come along. There are 30 of us or so this year, and it’s always the highlight of our year.

We come from all over: Vista, Carlsbad, San Clemente, Hemet, Ventura, Sacramento, Oregon, Washington, Texas… And you know, we’re older, but we still haven’t really grown up. We still have the same sense of humor we always did.

It’s a great way for me to recharge from this crazy business. I strongly encourage you to recharge, too. I’ve seen too many people not take vacation days because of too much going on at work. You know what? There’s always something going on at work. You just have to schedule your vacation and go.

Don’t have anywhere to go? You’re always welcome to come camping with us.

The more the merrier.


I have a lot of great ideas. This was not one of them.

2 Thoughts to “719

  1. I am so sad that I along with wife Leslie and grandson Joshua were unable to make it this year to the annual Boy Scouts of America Troop 719 Coba Patrol Summertime Jamboree. I’m sure it will be a blast.
    Next year for sure.

  2. “You just have to schedule your vacation and go.“ Wise words. Don’t worry about work, the house, your friends or the altitude, no matter how long I’m gone it’s always as though I never left.

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