Okay, Toe loves the outdoors. I have the photos and the sneakers filled with sand to prove it. One thing Toe does not like, however (and he shares this trait with, hmmm, about 99.9% of other kids with sensory processing disorders), is distasteful physical sensations. With these, like many kids with ASDs, he just can't cope.
Sun kissing his back? Fine. Warm waves rippling over his feet? Sure. Rocks crunching under his shoes? You bet. Ice and snow creeping under the wrist of his glove or up the leg of his skipants? Nuh uh. Bitter windchill whipping at his (maximum) 3 mm of exposed cheek? Un, nay sir. Layer upon layer of protective clothing which makes bending his arms near impossible? Excuse me, but, hell no.
So, while Naturalist Mr. Rue was full of woodsyism and enthusiatic, fun-filled outdoorsmanship, and while teachers and volunteers planned exciting woo-hoos such as sled pulls, snow angels, fort-building, animal meet-ups and cozy lunches in the log house...what we got here is a busload of cranky complainers who'd just as soon stay back at the chalet in their Shetland sweaters sipping cocoa and playing Wii Ski........
Testing from Support