Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I thought I would drop by and post the thrilling conclusion to the trilogy of wilderness survival.
As it would happen, the summer camp I work at during the summer happens to have an Outdoor Skills class, and this summer I was the teacher of the class. I was restless, sitting on my bunk. The concentration was clearly evident from the sound of sneakers on concrete, circumscribing the small, hot space I lived in with 11 other twelve year olds and two other counselors. At last the idea struck that I could do a focus on Wilderness Survival, which is just what I did.
I had four days broken up into two-hour long classes to impart the wisdom of keeping themselves alive should disaster strike.
Covered were topics such as kits to use, knots and how to tie them, making fire, foraging for food, making shelter, and you know what? That perfectly covered the remaining requirements.
So fate being what it will, I was shoved into a position where I was able to do the rest of what I needed.
Huzzah.
Until next time, my friends.
