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...scouts are from Troop 501 in La Canada-Flintridge, Calif., a suburb of Los Angeles. They've begun the first day of a trek at Philmont Scout Ranch, the 215-sq.-mi. wilderness near Cimarron, N. Mex., that is scouting's premier "high adventure" base. Months of training hikes, equipment checks and dieting for obese adult advisers have preceded this day. The hikers will trudge through dense forests, up and over 10,000-ft. mountain passes, pelted by daily thundershowers. Staff members at backcountry camps are decked out as miners, trappers and other frontier characters to provide history lessons...
...snow shovels in the winter. Romberg on the radio, dinner at the country club once a week, a trip to Paris once a lifetime. Dad wears vests, Mom wears funny hats, the maid nips at the cooking sherry (must speak to her about that). If their son makes eagle scout and one of his sisters pledges Kappa, does it really matter that the other daughter decamps for Greenwich Village and a scattershot involvement with "the arts" that her parents will never understand...
There were backboard-moving slam dunks by a guy named Wilkins, there were in-your-face, there were in-your-face back-to-halfcourt rejections, there were mouthing-off technical fouls, there were lots-o-shots and lots-o-points and there was even a scout from the Boston Celtics...
...good lesson for Ralph to learn that he's got to get people up off their feet," Roby said about his All-Ivy forward who was the reason the Celtics scout attended the game. "He's got to shot fake. If he does that, he'll be able to score anytime he wants...
Lynch brings this canny naivete, this promiscuous curiosity, to every aspect of his life and work. It could be a trait bred from childhood -- a sylvan youth of eagle-scout badges and family camping trips, spent amid the Pacific Northwest trees that today loom over Twin Peaks. "My father was a scientist for the Forest Service," Lynch says. "He would drive me through the woods in his green Forest Service truck, over dirt roads, through the most beautiful forests where the trees are very tall and shafts of sunlight come down and in the mountain streams the rainbow trout leap...