I went on a hike with my son's Scout troop years ago with packs, and one of the kids just about fell out. I ended up carrying my own pack as well as his, but I was not 14 years old. That evening when we all sacked out in the open floored big tent I was awakened by a poor freezing kid whose mother sent him out with one of those bags you sleep on the living room floor. That night the temperature dropped down to 18 degrees! I put him between my son and I and covered us all with a wool blanket and we all slept soundly. That was along the BlackHawk Trail in Illinois.
Junk Yard Dog #1 Moderator/Leader of the Pack Good night Mrs. B, wherever you are! Long Live the Brotherhood of the Yard!