We got Corwin back today. After crushing his spirit on Wednesday, we didn’t hear anything from him again until he was back home. It rained Tuesday and Wednesday night and this apparently cleared out the bugs enough for Corwin to survive. Corwin didn’t seem to appreciate that this was the best week of camping weather I have ever seen in summer — highs in the low 80s, cool at night, non-oppressive humidity, sunny days, only rain at night and only night of heavy rain.
Corwin’s memory is that the morning after the rain, he got up early and managed to collapse his side of the tent and ended up sitting in the rain for an hour or so under a tarp until it stopped. What I remember is when I visited him at lunch and everyone gathered for food, the astringent odor of unwashed boy. Friday lunch must have really been something.