Tater, the seagull, may be gone, but he will live in my memory forever--as will the 10 students who ventured to Algonquin Canada for Wilderness Orientation. Between carrying canoes on our heads, peeling off leeches, fishing for clams, murdering mosquitoes, cheering on Savannah (the amateur cliff jumper) and laughing over sticks of sausage and melted cheese, we bonded to create a meaningful experience (and stronger biceps).
I wish I could spend everyday in the wilderness, sleeping under the stars, chatting around campfires, and perpetually smelling like camp smoke and sweat. (Although I would avoid the bugs and waves if possible!) What a great time in the backcountry-Eh!
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