Last week, on Sunday night (which is Night #1 of a weeklong Adventure Session), one of the boys in the oldest group, a 14 year old, reported that he couldn’t find his bag. He had his backpack with his toiletries, but his duffel bag with all his clothing for the week was missing. The staff went into Search Mode, inspecting the trucks that bring the luggage up to the cabins, each cabin on Boy’s Hill, and the parking lot, where the luggage initially makes the jump from parent’s car or bus to luggage truck. But, the generic black duffel was nowhere to be found.
The next morning, wearing yesterday’s clothes, the boy very calmly approached his counselor during breakfast in the Dining Hall.
“I think that little kid is wearing my shirt,” he said, pointing at an 8 year old boy from the youngest group, who was indeed wearing a shirt that looked a bit big on him.
It turns out that the younger boy saw two identical duffel bags in the luggage pile, and had taken both back to his cabin.
“I just thought it was what my mom had packed me,” said the younger boy, tugging at the bottom of a t-shirt that hung past his knees.
Mystery solved. Crisis averted. Laughter ensues.