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.
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