Corwin decided to go to the Klondike Derby for the local scouts this year. He blew it off last year — I don’t know why he didn’t go last year or changed his mind this year. The Boy Scouts actually camp out the night before, but the Webelos just go for the day. Nevertheless, we got a long sheet with very specific lothing requirements, the key element being “no cotton”. We cheated and let him wear cotton underwear, on the presumption they wouldn’t check that. We managed to find most of the things he needed (luckily, he’s about Mom’s size so he could wear some old Mom running non-cotton running tights). Corwin even fit in to some of my silk sock liners, left over from the days when I went out in the cold. And it’s been cold here — it hasn’t been above freezing for a week or two, although it’s projected to do so on Saturday, just in time for Corwin. On the other hand, there’s no snow cover so he won’t get to learn what it means to get wet out in freezing temperatures.