Philmont Scout Ranch spans more than 220 square miles of northern New Mexico wilderness — high desert, mountain meadow, ponderosa pine, and the volcanic silhouette of the Tooth of Time rising above it all at nearly 9,000 feet. It is Scouting America's premier High Adventure destination, where crews carry their own gear, cook their own meals, and move through terrain that does not negotiate. Somewhere between the first switchback and the last camp, something shifts. People who have been there know exactly what that means.
The pull it creates is specific and lasting. You don't have to explain Philmont to someone who has been there — and you almost can't explain it to someone who hasn't. Flora discovered this recently while shopping for outdoor gear. A store employee was describing how he once had to repair his pack while hiking in New Mexico. She knew immediately. She said so. He looked up. That's how it works.
Sung and chanted before meals at Philmont. Very beautiful if you've been there several times — or as a Ranger.
I want to go back to Philmont
(I want to go baaaack to Philmont)
Where the old Rayado flows,
Where the rain come a-seepin'
In the tent where you're a-sleepin'
And the waters say hello.
I want to wake up in the morning
With my socks all wringing wet,
For it brings back fondest memories,
That a Ranger can't forget.
I want to hike once more the canyon floor
From Scribblins to Old Camp,
With my pack sack a-creakin',
With my back with sweat a-reekin',
And my legs begin to cramp.
I want to hike again with such great men
As made those famous treks,
From Beaubien to Porky
And from Cito to Car-Max.