My dad taught me some serious lessons. That same campout, four of us were walking down the road looking for water. One of the boys got very wet (he thought he saw a wolverine and jumped into the bush, which was actually a puddle). So, I looked around, saw a construction trailer, told the other boys to shelter there, and I walked out for help. Luckily that trailer was manned, and the occupant had a washer/dryer. When the relief party came back, they had dried his jeans, and were sitting around in a warm trailer. I am very glad things worked out that way, because it was very, very cold and we could have had a much more serious outcome. Lessons learned? Don't get wet, if you get wet, make haste for your bivouac. Also, if that's impossible, be creative. My dad told me I'd done exactly the right thing, because I went for help rather than standing around saying, "You dummy. Now you're wet and freezing". When I got back to the campsite, we got together some dry clothes and set out by vehicle to rescue him. We were lucky that time. Dad always told me, if you're in the bush and something goes wrong, you've got to fix it. Nobody is going to magically come along and do things for you.