When I chose to do a unit on Alaska, sled/snow dogs, etc. I didn't realize how appropriate it would be!

Scout and DH survived a VERY cold weekend camping.  Sunday morning when they woke up, Scout said his scarf--which the boys had put over their faces to keep the air warm(er) as they were breathing--had ice on it.  The plan had been to make hot chocolate/coffee and have donuts & muffins for breakfast.  (It's the easiest when breaking camp.)  But since the donuts and muffins were frozen like bricks, they all loaded up and headed down the road a bit to buy hot chocolate/coffee at a gas station.  Then, at a rest stop not too much further they stopped to eat their donuts & muffins that had thawed a bit.  The camp director said the official tempurature that morning was -10.  The Troop Master's car read -1 when they headed to bed Saturday night.  DH told Troop Master not to tell him how cold it was as they went to bed; he didn't want to know.  He said once they made it through the night he'd want to know.

I'm proud of the way Scout stuck it out.  DH said Scout didn't complain and just did what had to be done.  He and the other guys even worked hard to cheer up a scout who'd had enough.