I’m going camping with the scouts this evening. The three 11-year-olds (which reminds me – I ought to dig out one of my old 311 albums….) and one of their fathers. And me.
The weather forecast calls for 31 degrees, 60% chance of snow showers by tomorrow morning.
I wish I’d brought shoes more substantial than an old pair of Chuck Taylors with holes in the soles – or at least an extra pair of socks. I feel a little hypocritical when I send emails to their parents asking them to make sure their children bring multiple pairs of clothing when I can’t be bothered to even grab a different pair of shoes on my way out the door.
Wish me luck.