A Campfire Story

On Friday afternoon as the teachers left the school building the ground was covered with a deep layer of snow that had been accumulating all winter. By Monday morning as the teachers returned to school a lot of the snow had melted but there was still piles of it here and there. The teachers did not pay much attention to the snow's disappearance. There was still a risk that another snow storm could cover the ground once again before the hot days of summer arrived.

What the teachers did notice on Monday morning was that very few of their students arrived for school. All day long, whenever the teachers could escape from their classrooms they were out in the school hallways asking other teachers "Where are my students?" No one knew the answer.

After school the teachers did something very unusual. They hijacked a small school bus. When the driver arrived to pick up the students it was the teachers who suddenly lined up and climbed aboard the school bus. They knew the community had very few roads. The teachers insisted that the school bus driver should drive around and help them find their missing students.

Well it did not take long for the school bus driver to find their missing students. He found them hidden behind a small hill and some trees just past the edge of the community. According to a land surveyor's map it was the proposed site of a future subdivision should the community continue to expand.

The teachers quickly disembarked from the school bus. They found and questioned their students. They then found and interviewed the parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents of their students. The teachers wanted to know why the students had skipped school. Through typical teacher style interrogation techniques often used in the classroom the teachers learned that the newly elected Band Chief had purchased many new, white canvas, prospector style, wall tents. The Band Chief also purchased some lumber and had his staff build picnic tables. He then invited the families of his First Nation band to go camping.

The Fond Du Lac First Nation Band continued to camp for a week. The snow had just melted and it was too early for the insects to hatched. It was a perfect time of the year to be camping. The students were given the option to go to school each morning. Since they were dirty and smelling like a campfire many of them decided to stay at camp and enjoy the outdoor experience.

On the next two pages are some photographs I took while walking around their campsite.