In 1992 we lived in Rochester, Minnesota. Bernie Allen, my son's scoutmaster, asked me to go with him and some scouts to spend a week at Isle Royale National Park, located on an island in Lake Superior. I accepted his invitation.
Besides Bernie, my son John, and me, a second scout, Scott Cook came on the week-long trip. (More scouts had expected to go, but their vacations ended up in conflict.) The four of us had a good time.