I just got back on Thursday, July 7, 2016 from my first trip to Philmont. Our crew was 13 total with five adults and eight young men (can’t call them boys after they accomplished their trek). Our ranger was great and just so happened to be from our hometown of Birmingham and had even been to a party at one of the advisor’s homes before he came to Philmont, although none of us knew him. He got us straight and we were ready to go it alone by the time he left.
The first day alone on the trail, we camped at Deer Lake. There was an alert sign for bear activity, although we never saw one the entire trip. Deer Lake was incredible. Our future programs would include shotgun shell and bullet making, both of which were great. A big buck actually walked through the shotgun range as we were blasting skeet.
The other programs were good. Crater Lake was awesome, as was the farm where we milked a cow and shoveled poop. We watched the sunrise at Crater Lake-don’t miss that.
We had a major lightning/hail storm that was intense and miserable. I wish that I had had rain pants and gloves and I highly recommend those to anyone going.
We had two heath issues where the young men almost left the trail, but the staff kept them moving. It seems to be that one must really be very, very ill or hurt to get off the trail. I was worried at first, but both made it through the whole distance.
Our trek was 76 miles, I believe. We walked a lot more than that, however.
Take a plastic waterproof baggie for your passport that you receive at the beginning of your trek.
Overall, it was a great experience. I’ve left a lot out of this, but take rain pants and gloves if you have the room.
One last thing that happened to me-on the last day, our troop went to Cimmaron to get some real food at the St. James Hotel (great burgers and wait staff for 13 guys). I went back to base and took a short rest. I soon realized that I did not have my wallet which was just a small cuban envelope with my license, health insurance card, debit card, credit card and $175 cash. I checked lost and found first and I went back to area where I may have left it and rifled through nasty garbage cans looking for it. Keep in mind that base camp is huge with hundreds of people moving around. The envelope did not look like a wallet and could easily be mistaken as trash. I had thoughts of hitchiking back home because I had no license to get on a plane.
My son came running to me after a while and told me it had shown up at lost and found completely intact. As I was walking out of lost and found, a man and his son asked me if I was the one who had lost the envelope. They had found it and turned it in. I had to force them to take a reward as they refused at first. Scouting makes for some fine young men.
Have fun at Philmont. It’s an experience that will never be forgotten.