Wilf, 15, does not want to be sent off for summer camp. He's convinced his parents want nothing to do with him, and they just don't understand that he's way too old for Camp Wild, where's he's spent several summers as a kid. His plan from day one: run away. While he's making preparations in the f...
Gord greets me as I arrive panting from climbing the bluff. He places his measuring tape back into his tool belt and plops down on the newly painted pipe. “Home from school already? No homework?” That probably means I bug him too much. But hey, nothing can keep me away. It...
I lay my compass on the map and memorize the location of the checkpoints. I turn my map and body in the proper direction, eye a ridge ahead and take a bearing. “Are we lost?” David asks, but the tone isn’t hard-edged or accusing. We’ve both been trying, this Christmas break, not to rile one anoth...