“All electronics: cell phones, watches, music players, tablets,” Krista told the round-eyed girls. “They all go in the bag.”
Evan was handing out drawstring bags with blank name tags to the girls who sat scattered among Betsy’s picnic tables.
“You gotta be kidding me!” More than one protested.
Evan did his best not to laugh in the girls’ faces. “Your next charger is three days away,” he spoke up in support of Krista. “And on a fire, we’re pretty remote, so there are almost never cell towers.”
“Solar charger, duh!” Two girls held up small panels. “Gotta have my music.”
“Those go in the bag too,” Krista informed them. “Nature is providing the soundtrack.”
“Everything you want to have with you,” Evan pointed to a line of rucksacks, “you have to carry in your own backpack for the next th
