![pathfinder sash](https://thebasementmuseum.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/pathfinder-sash.jpg?w=225&h=300)
Another relic from our wholesome Canadian girlhood, our completed Pathfinder sash. Pathfinders is the older, nerdier, bossier version of Brownies and Girl Guides (of which we were neither). Our participation in Pathfinders was entirely accidental, as we have never been much of what one might call a “joiner.” But we were somehow cajoled into to accompanying our mother when she dropped our sisters off for their first Brownie/Girl Guide meeting, which also happened to be the first Pathfinder meeting. Upon meeting the Pathfinder leader (very cheerful, welcoming, and pregnant) and discovering that there were only three other girls in the group who seemed nice and approachably dorky, we were more amenable to the idea of becoming a Pathfinder, especially after learning that winter camping would be done in a lodge, not in tents, and that our main responsibility on such a trip would be to teach 7-year-olds a silly dance. (The Bunny Hop. You haven’t lived until you’ve Bunny Hopped with a Brownie troupe.)
In retrospect, we realize this was probably our dear mother’s crafty plan all along, but we don’t really mind since we mainly have fond memories of our time in Pathfinder’s, and being a Pathfinder helped knock off a whole bunch of requisite community service hours for our high school (teaching Brownies to Bunny Hop counted). We also became quite adept at selling Girl Guide cookies with minimal effort: We would simply intercept a teacher on his way to a staff meeting with a box of cookies, and the next day we’d have filled our quota by noon.
We dimly recall a bizarre weekend spent at a trade show for hunters or something where our ill-attended booth was right across from a dog obstacle course. So we mainly sat around looking dorky in our uniforms, eating cookies, and watching dogs run in circles every 45 minutes. And a camping trip where our minds were blown when we baked a cake in a solar oven. Though our completed sash indicates that we must have done something to get all those badges, we can’t actually remember what any of those things were, aside from Bunny Hopping with Brownies. Still, we suppose Pathfinders was alright. It kept us out of trouble, anyway. (Not that we got into trouble, at the age of 13 we mostly just locked ourself in our room to listen to Broadway musical soundtracks, but that’s neither here nor there.)
Monetary value: Someone who wants to go as a Pathfinder for Halloween could pay us $5 and have an extremely authentic costume. Anyone?
Nostalgic value: Great. We miss Claire, Emily, and Jasmine, and if we could remember your last names, we would try to track you down on Facebook. As it is, we will just think fondly of our evenings at the CNIB and our afternoons at Belmont House.
Disposal status: Folded up and kept for posterity, you know, to prove that we completed that Citizenship badge, or whatever – we don’t actually remember what the badges were for, only that they were hard to sew on.