Picture it. My 11-year-old Girl Scout daughter asks me if I would be a Chaperone for their Winter Jamboree.
Otherwise, not enough chaperones = no trip = no Winter Camping Patch.
Trouble is, even chaperones have to be members.
Scout Master says “No Problem!”
Next thing I know, I’m a card-carrying member of GSA Troop 3137 and headed out for 2 nights of sub-freezing camping with a bunch of little girls. And I don’t even like camping.
Luckily, as the only man in camp, I was upgraded to my own winter camping cabin - no heat, but a nice raised cot instead of sleeping on the ground.
The temperature dropped below 32° that first night. Cold enough that the girls all earned their Winter Camp Patch.
I earned a cup of fresh fireside coffee. I also found out why I was really invited along on the trip.
Mister Cole! Mister Cole! Mister Cole!
Will you warm up the seat in the outhouse so that…
The temperature dropped below freezing the next night, too.
They ran out of coffee, I got frostbite.
