Finding Adulthood at 0D2

For a couple summers between my Sophomore and Junior years of undergrad, I worked as a camp counselor. This story isn't about that, though I have many of them to tell.

This story is about a trip I took with some counselor friends after 9 weeks of constant sun and child (or in my case teenager) rearing.

Despite having been an "adult" for 2 years, it didn't quite hit me just how grown up I was until we were in the middle of nowhere, drinking filtered river water and singing songs around the campfire that nobody but the bears and wolves could hear.