We sell Peanuts and Root Beer

That's the sign over the door at the Abreu Cantina. Root Beer is most coveted after days and days without carbonation. The adobe walls, as well as those around the animal pens, were all made by Scouts, an ongoing activity. The house (not seen) is a traditional farm house, the Abreu family figuring prominently in the land transactions that eventually became Philmont. A fox or weasel got all the resident chickens in one attack - sounds like frenzy killing, staff is not sure which varmint got 'em. Last time I was here, they were having chicken races, which really amounted to which chicken would wander over to some corn - the Scouts's cheers made no difference, for some reason.
I went there today to meet two crews that are on day 17 of a 21 day trek - about double the usual. They are kind of all stars, in a way, and do not know day to day where they're going until told. At this point, they're beginning to reflect on the whole experience - that was the theme I was assigned, "Reflection." They were having a great time, and by now "get" Philmont. This kind of experience has inspired many a participant to come back to work as staff - may be the method to the madness.