On May 2鈥攖wo days after I got to tell the story of the Girl Rangers, the first听all-female Boy Scout troop from the 1970s鈥攖he Boy Scouts of America announced that it will drop the male modifier from its name next year and become, simply, Scouts BSA. Quite predictably, this re-ignited the same 听 over听whether boys and girls belong in the same scout troop. Here's one representative tweet in response to a story we ran after the news:

But co-ed Scouting is already a settled issue. For decades, European Scouts have allowed both boys and girls to be members. The Canadian Boy Scouts changed their name to Scouts Canada in 1976 and embraced听full gender-neutral policies听16 years later. In the U.S., senior BSA programs (such as the Explorers) opened their doors to women in 1970, while boys and girls as young as 13 have been unofficially camping with each other as Scouts for nearly 50 years in various local troops. A few months ago, Cub Scouts began welcoming girls ages six to ten听as Early Adopters. The newly named Scouts BSA will admit girls 11 to 17 next year.

What often gets lost in the flare-ups over co-ed Scouting is that these groups will still often be divided along gender lines. Local BSA branches will be free to create boy- and girl-only troops.听(The national BSA organization has always given its local charters plenty of autonomy to run their groups as the communities see fit.) Soon it will be possible for a whole family to join the Scouts鈥攎om and dad as leaders, son and daughter as members. That works for lots of modern-day families who are trying to squeeze in soccer games, piano lessons, and play practice, and need to streamline their travel and extracurricular activities.

This is an overwhelmingly positive step forward for the BSA. Young women in this country should听have the same Scouting opportunities as young men. Not every community has a Girl Scout program with high-adventure opportunities鈥攚ithout access to the Boy Scouts, young women often can鈥檛 get formal experience climbing mountains, paddling rivers, riding horses, or the like. Young women should be able to听apply to college as an Eagle Scout, as thousands of boys do each year.

Of course,听that doesn鈥檛 mean co-ed Scouting is right for everyone. It certainly wasn鈥檛 what I wanted at age 14 when I and dozens of other girls in Spartanburg, South Carolina, put on our makeshift Boy Scout uniforms and showed up for weekly meetings at the local Episcopal Church as part of the first wave of female Explorer Scouts. We didn鈥檛 join for the badges and ceremonies. We joined it for adventure. We stayed for the sisterhood. Had there been boys in my Rangers troop, I never would have joined.

That鈥檚 what gives me hope for the Girl Scouts of America, which is rightfully squirming over the BSA鈥檚 name change. In response to the BSA announcement, the Girls Scouts fired back with a tweet on May 3:听

While the BSA has struggled to define its role in the 21st century鈥攂adly stumbling through skirmishes over policies that were hostile toward听atheism and homosexuality,听and confronting allegations of sexual abuse by troop leaders鈥攖he Girl Scouts have had a consistent message. Their program, they say, 鈥渋s a free space for girls to learn and thrive.鈥� 听

There are thousands of girls like me who flourish in an all-female environment. Women鈥檚 colleges have been proclaiming the benefits of single-sex programs for decades, and most of their graduates agree. Some young women are more comfortable taking leadership roles without the presence of men.

Ultimately, I鈥檇 like to see both organizations thrive鈥攁nd get along. Yet both are confronted with precipitous declines in membership; each has lost roughly a million members since 2000. Boy Scouts is down to 2.3 million members; Girl Scouts is at 1.8 million. The BSA has made a series of tactical adjustments, including this latest one, to stay relevant in the 21st century. The Girl Scouts will now have to do the same.

As with single-gender colleges, Girl Scouts has a huge challenge ahead of it as more parents take the easy route and enroll their children in one program鈥擲couts BSA鈥攊nstead of two separate ones. Roughly 3,000 girls so far have joined the BSA鈥檚 Early Adopter Cub Scout program and will officially become BSA members this summer, according to the BSA.

Perhaps the future for Girl Scouts may be found in more focused听groups, like my high-adventure Girl Rangers, or the of Oakland, California, a Brownie-like social justice troop built on 鈥渇ierce sisterhood.鈥� Each of those groups have operated outside the Girls Scout model and burned brightly.听

My money鈥檚 on Girl Scouts' survival. But really, so long as girls and young women get equal opportunities for adventure, I'm in.听

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I鈥檝e spent two minutes in the Boy Scouts office in Spartanburg, South Carolina, and it鈥檚 clear they鈥檝e forgotten us. 鈥淚鈥檓 looking for anything related to the Girl Rangers,鈥� I ask the woman behind the desk. 鈥淲e were the first all-female Boy Scout troop in the nation.鈥�

I鈥檓 here to find physical evidence to prove that we鈥攁 rogue, high-adventure Boy Scouts of America Explorer troop of teenage girls in the 1970s鈥攅xisted. As a group, we hiked the Appalachian Trail, paddled more than 1,000 miles of rivers in the Carolinas, and climbed some of the highest peaks in the Smokies on horseback. My quest was spurred by the from the BSA that it would begin accepting girls as Cub and Eagle scouts for the first time in its 107-year history. The media trumpeted that the gender barrier was falling, but I knew the Girl Rangers brought it down more than 48 years ago.

I鈥檓 on the trail of one thing in particular: the journal entries I wrote as the Girl Rangers鈥� scribe about our monthly backcountry trips. I was 14 years old when I joined the troop; I鈥檓 now 59. I vaguely remember creating these reports on my baby-blue typewriter鈥攖wo or three singled-spaced pages for each expedition, which I鈥檇 read at monthly troop meetings. If I could find these reports, I could recover the memories that had faded in the intervening four decades.

I remember one of our mottos: A Girl Ranger never gives up. After coming up empty at the Spartanburg offices, I email the national Boy Scouts office. They have no records, either. I go to the church that hosted our troop in Spartanburg. Nothing. Then I head to the local library, where I find a trove of newspaper articles on microfiche that help our story begin to emerge.

In October 1970, four junior high school girls showed up on the front porch of the man in charge of the Spartanburg Boy Scouts Explorer group, known as Post 1. George Withers, then 54, was a slight man, gaunt and wiry like a coyote, with long brown hair combed to the back of his head. The girls were armed with news that the national BSA office had decreed that women ages 14 to 18 who were members of the Girl Scouts or Campfire Girls could now attend meetings and outings of the Explorers, a branch of the Boy Scouts intended for teenagers that, in most posts, emphasized teaching outdoor skills. Withers told the girls that his boys鈥� Explorer troop was full. But 鈥淸w]hen I saw those fallen faces, I knew I had to do something,鈥� he told a local reporter six weeks later. 鈥淪o I suggested: Why not form a girls鈥� group with the same program as the Explorers and call it Girl Rangers?鈥� It would be the first of its kind, identical to the BSA Explorers, with an emphasis on learning outdoor skills, such as horseback riding and canoeing.

Seventeen girls showed up for the first meeting, and 28 the next. By the fourth week, Withers capped the membership at 55. The girls chose navy blue warm-up suits as their uniforms and created their own triangular scout patch with the words 鈥淕od, Country, Family, Girl Ranger鈥� emblazoned on it. They adopted the same bylaws as the boy Explorers, except they cut the line 鈥淓xcessive length of hair鈥�30-day suspension.鈥� For months, the Girl Rangers operated as a kind of shadow Explorer troop, neither Boy Scouts nor Girl Scouts. Then, in April 1971, the national BSA Explorers officially went coed. The South Carolina Girl Rangers registered as an official Explorer post and became the first all-female troop in the nation. There were still caveats鈥攖hey couldn鈥檛 become Eagle Scouts, which meant there were dozens of BSA merit badges they couldn鈥檛 officially earn. But it was a start.

鈥淭here was a sense that we were proving something, that we had a responsibility,鈥� says former Girl Ranger Lucy Lyles Henner. 鈥淟earning how to be physically competent and strong carried over to a feeling that I could be competent and strong anywhere.鈥�

A year later, at age 14, I signed up.

I had been a Girl Scout dropout. I clearly remember why. When I was eight, the Girl Scout troop leader had asked us to sew a 鈥渟it-upon鈥濃�攁 decorated plastic placemat that you wore on your butt to keep it from getting dirty when you sat down. I thought, If they are telling me not to sit on the ground, what else will they tell me not to do?

A friend from junior high told me I was tough enough to be a Girl Ranger and invited me to a troop meeting in the parish hall of the downtown Episcopal church. I was an immediate convert. These girls鈥攚ho laughed and joked about their challenging adventures in the mountains and on the rivers鈥攚ere my people. They handed me the Girl Ranger patch and sent me off to Crutchfield鈥檚 Sporting Goods to get my own blue warm-up suit.

For me, the moments that stand out most are the bus rides into the Smoky Mountains. We鈥檇 leave Spartanburg before dawn, our packs stuffed with sleeping bags, tents, and freeze-dried food. Usually about 40 of us would rumble up the highway. I was so small that I could climb up into the luggage rack and lean over the edge to talk to other girls, who ranged in age from 13 to 18, and came from schools all over the area. In June 1973, one of those buses took us all the way to Cimarron, New Mexico, where we were the first all-female expedition among thousands of boys at Philmont Scout Ranch, hiking peaks above 10,000 feet.

About that time, girls all over the country flooded into the BSA Explorers. By the early 1990s, girls made up about half the membership, with troops focusing on science and engineering, fire and rescue, law and more. The Explorer program ended in 1998, splitting into career-oriented posts and outdoor-oriented posts, which remain coed to this day.

A few days after reading the newspaper clippings, former Girl Rangers鈥攎any of whom I鈥檇 lost touch with years ago鈥攕tarted crossing my path again. I ran into Susan Fretwell, now an attorney and one of the original Girl Rangers, at a party in Spartanburg. I didn鈥檛 know her well, but I told her I鈥檇 seen her photo in the newspaper from 1970. 鈥淲e were trailblazers!鈥� Fretwell said. 鈥淎nd nobody remembers us.鈥� A few days later, she invited me to her office and pulled out her blue Girl Ranger jacket from the closet. There on the back were two Boy Scout merit badges: one for hiking, one for camping.

Then I called my old friend Ann Altman, a Presbyterian minister in Missouri who, like me, is turning 60 this year. The first thing she told me is that she was looking at a line of Girl Ranger trophies on her mantle: (three of them), #1 Horseman Class B, #3 Hiker and Camper. 鈥淚t gave me a lot of confidence and courage,鈥� Altman says. 鈥淚t also gave me a lot of cool stories to tell.鈥�

An hour or so into the conversation, I realized why I was so fixated on the scribe reports. I became a writer during my three years in the Girl Rangers. As I grew up, I went on to work at five newspapers, then founded a Southern publishing company and opened an independent bookstore. Today I edit books and do some freelance writing. I also fell in love with the outdoors during my days as a Girl Ranger. Since then, I鈥檝e rafted the Reventazon River in the Costa Rican rainforest; walked the windy, coastal clifftops of Pembrokeshire, Wales; kayaked travertine waterfalls in Mexico; and hiked the rocky Tablelands in Newfoundland鈥檚 Gros Morne National Park.

鈥淚t affected my life in an amazing way,鈥� says Missy Johnston Smith, now a schoolteacher in Charlotte, North Carolina. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 a girly girl. Rangers gave me an outlet for who I really was. We didn鈥檛 yell about how great we were鈥攚e just went out there and did it. It made me tougher and more determined, which are not bad traits to have.鈥�

About the time I was ready to give up my search for the reports, my phone rang. It was Leslie Withers, the 72-year-old daughter of George Withers. I鈥檇 come across her name in George鈥檚 1991 obituary, found her number, and left her a long voicemail explaining my quest. She called back to tell me she had uncovered a 25-year-old box in her attic. She had tried to send it to the Boy Scouts decades ago, but it came back鈥攂ad address.

Two days later, the box sat atop my kitchen counter like some kind of Girl Ranger Holy Grail. I pulled back the bubble wrap to reveal three colorful scrapbooks. I flipped through brittle, yellowed pages to find other girls鈥� typed reports of hiking and paddling expeditions. These were the scrapbooks covering the four years after I was scribe (though I was still part of the troop), but as I kept turning pages, that ceased to matter. Here were a slew of photographs, faded now almost to pastel. Here was the handwriting of dozens of girls who wrote comments about each trip during the bus rides home.

鈥淭his trip was a study in frustration for me,鈥� writes Lisa Shingler in June 1974听after we didn鈥檛 reach our final destination on a five-day hike on the Appalachian Trail in North Georgia. Withers apparently hadn鈥檛 planned for such steep terrain. 鈥淲e can鈥檛 make the whole 70 miles, the chicken chop suey didn鈥檛 cook, the sparklers didn鈥檛 light and I lost my flashlight!鈥�

鈥淏oy, I tell you there sure are some lazy Rangers around here!鈥� writes Charlotte Fleck after a two-day horseback trip in July 1974 up Mount LeConte, a 6,593-foot peak in the Smokies. 鈥淲here were all of you bums while we were up on that mountain coaxing our horses through 9 inches of mud?鈥�

I saw the flourish of my teenage signature as I mocked myself for regular clumsiness on the trail (鈥淚 only fell down once and cut myself twice. I hope I don鈥檛 lose my image!鈥�). Another time I joked that I caught three skunks in the campsite. I read the stories of meeting strangers on the trail who refused to believe that we were Boy Scouts. I saw the names of so many girls who have disappeared from my life. These riches belong to them.

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