I have sent Giles and Felix into the woods on what is sure to be a "memorable" weekend--hiking and camping with four uncles, a cousin, and a grandfather. The high for the next two days is in the forties, and nothing stands between the boys and a 70% chance of heavy rain but two-dollar ponchos from Wal-Mart. As soon as they left I realized they had forgotten their can-opener (there went dinner), and their packed lunches (they speak for themselves). Thanks to modern technology, however, this crisis was text-messaged to the Uncle in Charge and remedied.
The Composer's parting words to Uncle in Charge, who is known for his hardy optimism: "Please don't turn this into the Freezing Rain Death March."
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