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!
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.
