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My 14YO is packing for High Adventure right now (scout camping trip in the back country). I am trying not to hyperventilate, because it looks just a bit too much like moving.
Also, he's going to a place where grizzlies like to roam. He's supposed to bring rope and something to suspend food in while they sleep so the bears don't get into it. I just hope the bears don't go for easier, tastier stuff on the ground, aka crunchy scouts.
If it were me, I'd be really excited to be going. But right now, my mind is in Mom mode. Excuse me for a moment while I run around screaming.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
There. I don't feel better, exactly, but I am reminding myself that he did the winter camping in Idaho at 0 degrees F and survived, and that he comes from a long line of Idaho mountain men (er, even though the men in the family don't really get the Idaho gene these days, it seems. Also, we'll just ignore those ancestors who died in the mountains...)
My middle son goes on his own scout trip next week, but he'll be at a more established camp, with plenty of noise to warn bears away. Although last year, my oldest son says a moose came every morning to lick dew off their tents. (Moose are big, and can be dangerous if you mess with them. But I'm thinking, not like a bear. And Holly, if I'm wrong, you can tell me afterwards.)
Still. This scout thing. It's good for my boys, who would otherwise never go outside, and who would starve to death with a fridge full of already-cooked food and a microwave. They've actually learned a few things about self sufficiency in scouts, and for that we are very grateful.
Also, he's going to a place where grizzlies like to roam. He's supposed to bring rope and something to suspend food in while they sleep so the bears don't get into it. I just hope the bears don't go for easier, tastier stuff on the ground, aka crunchy scouts.
If it were me, I'd be really excited to be going. But right now, my mind is in Mom mode. Excuse me for a moment while I run around screaming.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
There. I don't feel better, exactly, but I am reminding myself that he did the winter camping in Idaho at 0 degrees F and survived, and that he comes from a long line of Idaho mountain men (er, even though the men in the family don't really get the Idaho gene these days, it seems. Also, we'll just ignore those ancestors who died in the mountains...)
My middle son goes on his own scout trip next week, but he'll be at a more established camp, with plenty of noise to warn bears away. Although last year, my oldest son says a moose came every morning to lick dew off their tents. (Moose are big, and can be dangerous if you mess with them. But I'm thinking, not like a bear. And Holly, if I'm wrong, you can tell me afterwards.)
Still. This scout thing. It's good for my boys, who would otherwise never go outside, and who would starve to death with a fridge full of already-cooked food and a microwave. They've actually learned a few things about self sufficiency in scouts, and for that we are very grateful.
