When I was a teenager, my friends and I went on a wilderness adventure.
We had two guides for our group of six teenagers.
The guides were experienced outdoorsmen that excelled in rock climbing and worked as local river guides. Our nature adventure started at a state park where we had tents, sleeping bags, and a forest fire each night. Halfway through our two week trip, we went deep into the forest for a 5-mile hike. The adventure guides left my friends and I alone in the dark and then completely disappeared. It started to rain and it was getting colder and colder. My friends and I had to find shelter quickly. We found a place in the woods where there were several large rocks and we used some sticks to cover the top of the rocks. We still had rain coming through the roof, but most of the space was dry. We tried to make a fire, because it was cold and we needed Heat. There were a couple of dry sticks in the corner of the area by the rocks. We made a fire after several attempts. The fire provided much-needed heat for several hours. None of us slept on that night, and we were ready to find our way out of the woods the next morning. We were shivering, wet, and cold, but we weren’t going to spend another night out there in the woods without heat or shelter. When we finally found our way to the river, the guides were packing up kayaks and canoes. They were waiting for us to emerge from the woods like proud scouts, but we were really angry.