And the campouts were always such a unique experience. I had leaders that would take us on a campout a month, so we got a lot of practice camping in the cold weather and came to be pretty good at it. At the time, it was such an adventure.

Now, looking back (and having aged a little bit—enough to start to see that cold is unpleasant) I can't believe how exceptional and long-suffering our leaders were. It takes special guys to spend a weekend with their ward's squirrely deacons, setting up tents in the snow and dark of a Friday night and taking them down again in the blowing wind on a Saturday morning.