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The regional Mid-Western Boy Scout Jamboree was a sprawling, chaotic metropolis of canvas tents, smoking fire pits, and the overwhelming, inescapable scent of cheap bug spray and roasting hot dogs. It was a temporary society built upon the foundations of knot-tying, wilderness survival, and hyper-competitive lanyard weaving, stretching across ten acres of state park land bordered by a massive, placid lake.
For the normal, mortal pre-teens of Troop 12 and Troop 50, it was the highl