As a boy growing up in the 50's it was not uncommon for us to go overnight camping as a Boy Scout Patrol without adult leadership with us. All seasons and all weather did not hold us back. Even in the dead of winter we would camp out in the woods of the Minnesota river valley with our parents permission of course.
I remember one Christmas break night we were about two miles out of town, camped in a little valley that fed into the greater Minnesota Valley. It was so so cold, it had to be below zero and one by one most of the boys slipped out of their tents and sleeping bags and walked home. Not me, as I was not willing to be labeled as "chicken" the next morning. When daylight approached, my tent companion and I went to check on the others and we were the only ones still there. I asked Billy why he had not left as well and he said that because he lived on the far side of town he did not think he could have made it home alive. No cell phones of course to call our parents so we just stuck it out and walked home later in the morning after we had got warmed up around our fire and had time to roll up our gear and tent. Those were good days and toughened us for what life would challenge us with later.
Thanks for posting this story and although it had a terrible ending at least it prepared the local community to organize a search organization to help others in the future.
A man's body may grow old, but inside his spirit can still be as young and restless as ever.
- Garth McCann from the movie Second Hand Lions
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