It was hard for me to make him go on it, he didn’t want to go. A parent’s natural reaction is to want to allow him to stay home if he doesn’t want to go. It was pretty tough (on me, I mean). 272 miles of canoeing, bugs, bears, moose, mud, rain. He had to walk 16 miles one day. No communication with parents.
Anyway, he came back a new man (and I don’t use that word lightly). No more whining, Game Boy playing, smarty pants. His shoulders are like rocks. A serious right of passage. We stayed up all night talking about his experience. It really squared him up.
His duffle is full of Mapleleaf towels and things that he traded his Canadian friends stuff for. Soaking wet and stinky.