A recent post reminded me of my first overnight trip. I was 14 or 15 and I spent the night on a hill in some logging land above Ravensdale, WA where I lived. I had to ride my bike to get there. My husky dog Athena (RIP) kept watch with me as the campfire burned. A 14 year old's imagination can invent a lot of boogeymen in the shadows of the night. Athena kept patrolling the perimeter of the firelight and I slept great.
Anyone else care to share their memory of their first solo over-nighter?