Lensatic Compass Practice

On a glorious spring day in late May, the Knights of the Blue set off to practice their orienteering skills. The destination? The ice-clad North face of the Eigar? The sun-drenched canyons of Wadi Haifa? The frigid, wind-swept plains of Vostok Station? No, the destination of choice was rather closer, being the idyllic fields of Battle Point Park, which were chosen as a veritable paradise for their practice.

Leaving behind the Knight General of the Order, Nick, who had recently suffered a terrible foot injury during a game of extreme water balloons, the rest of the Knights saddled up the intrepid Subaru, its white flanks glistening in the morning dew in a manner reminiscent of the steeds of Balaclava. “Death or Glory” being the usual motto of the KBE, they were pleased to see that the beast ran smoothly and it was clearly a day destined for glory and not death that lay ahead of them!

And what a day indeed! The sun shone in a splendor that had been woefully absent for the last six rain-soaked months. The fields of the park, freshly washed in dew, were beautiful in the shimmering sunlight, and the distant horizon melted into a large wall of cedar and fir. Overhead, perched on his nest at the very pinnacle of a water tower, sat a proud Osprey, his eyes flashing back and forth as he prepared to swoop down and capture a meal for his chicks. It was lovely indeed!

Practicing a simple geometric pattern, the Knights were able to familiarize themselves with their new lensatic compass quickly. In their attempts to emulate such men as Livingstone and Perry, they would need to know this tool inside and out. With some quick review, the Knights were able to follow a course to perfection, and even managed to work in a game of Frisbee to celebrate their success. Great explorations lie in the near future.