![]() Wonder glowed in the boys’ faces and the mighty Ute Tribe was born.Īs the three years in Indian Guides passed, the boys and dads (some of whom didn’t even meet until the naming ceremony) found they had great chemistry, striking a healthy balance between work and fun. Proudly adorned in homemade brown and red fleece vests with a southwestern motif, they huddled around that fire. From inside the sliding glass door I could hear, and feel, the solemnity of this event-“Long Bow, Soaring Eagle, Captain Buffalo.” I was witnessing the naming ceremony, where 10 boys and their fathers christened one another with the Indian Guide names they would use for the next three years. Oddly, I felt like I was intruding on something sacred. It was near bedtime for my 6-year-old son, but instead of tucking Sam in, I took myself upstairs. ![]() My first recollection of YMCA Indian Guides is flickering sparks floating up into the night from the fire pit on our back porch. Written by Beth Evans Though the boys have gone their separate ways, their childhood tribe still bonds them.
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