Some words roll across the tongue and bring forth pleasurable memories. Jamboree recalls times as a Scout.
I came to Scouting as a way to exit Manhatten and experience the landscapes of the woods. Rocks and trees, not concrete and weeds growing through the cracks.
A tree outside one of the parks was a scrubby Ailanthus pushing through some vacant lot ruble.
On weekend camping trips, you could imagine woods to the horizon. Uninterrupted by streets, apartment houses, traffic noises, trash cans, or people.