Our scout troop did a lot of camping. We would camp ten months out of the year, skipping only November and December. We would sleep in snow caves in the winter and vary our location in the spring and summer from the desert to the high mountain peaks that are so close to where we live in Utah. Utah is a desert state that averages less than 15 inches of rain a year but for some reason when we planned a campout we would get rained on. During a severe multi-year drought I had a record of two straight years of being rained on each time we went camping. Sometimes it rained the whole time. The mother of one of the boys said that if we wanted to end the drought all we had to do was send me camping each weekend.

The parents of the boys (and my wife) thought we were a little crazy for going camping when we knew it was going to rain. For some reason they mistakenly thought that we went camping because we enjoyed camping with a bunch of twelve year olds. That was the farthest thing from the truth. If I wanted to go camping and have a relaxing time I'd go alone or with just the other adult leaders that served with me. We went camping in the rain because we were teaching young men that not all days will be sunny, not all nights are warm and dry, and sometimes things don't go as planned. We were teaching that with proper preparation, careful planning, knowing what you want to accomplish, a little teamwork, a little luck, and lots of inspiration obstacles like rain can be overcome. And years later as I visit with the young men that camped with us, many of whom are now husbands and fathers, the campouts they remember most aren't the ones with sunny days and perfect nights. They are when we camped in the rain.

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