I just came across some old journals from high school, and one was for a class called "Rivers", where we read Sig Olson and others and wrote about our thoughts. I wrote most of my journal about the trip I'd taken on the Missinabe the summer before. I scanned in some pages and old photos of my tripmates for a journey into the past. This was my last big trip as a teenage camper- after this I would always be a counselor or trip leader.