He hoped she remembered that the trip was overnight. Oh, well. Bracha could always remind her

Small collapsible tent. Three flashlights. Compass, pocket knife, matches.

Elchanan rummaged through his drawers, leaving the pile of folded shirts in an untidy heap at one side. His hand paused at the lock-picking kit Gershon had given him once; what were the chances he’d need to pick a lock on a wilderness survival trip? But still, it could come in handy. You just never knew.

It was a good thing his knapsack was large.

Of course, Rebbi and Mr. Kreiser had promised that they’d be given all the necessary equipment for the trip. But still, Elchanan liked to be prepared. Extra sweater in case it got cold. Sunglasses in case the sun was bright enough to penetrate the thick forest shade. Plenty of water and nosh.

He stuck in a couple extra chocolate bars for his would-be partner in adventure. They’d be doing the challenge in pairs, two boys at each drop-off point, and meeting up somewhere in the middle for the barbecue and overnight. Hopefully he’d get to partner with Meir; that would be fun.

The seams strained as Elchanan wrestled the zipper of his overfull knapsack closed. Finally done, he hefted it over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time. Today was going to be awesome!

“Elchanan, is that you?” Mommy hurried out of the dining room, pocketbook dangling from her hand. “You have your trip today?” She looked from the bulging knapsack to his sneakers, and smiled. “I guess so. Did you take some nosh? A sandwich? And water, make sure you have plenty of water. Enjoy yourself!”

“Thanks,” Elchanan mumbled. Mommy waved on her way out the door; she must be late for work.

He hoped she remembered that the trip was overnight. Oh, well. Bracha could always remind her.