I’m currently chaperoning a fifth grade overnight trip. After a full day of hiking, learning about Native American fire-building techniques, and making candles and biscuits, the girls are having the time of their lives in the bunkhouse. I just heard one yell, “WHO WANTS TO SEE ME TURN MY TEETH BLACK??” It’s rowdy out there. I love it.
Which field trip really stuck with you?
Update: I just reassured the girls that there is not, in fact, a shirtless demon with a melted face in the mudroom, and that they are, in fact, going to survive to see the sunrise. 🙄