When I was about 12, I spent a week at a summer camp. My only such adventure. It was near Port Austin, on the top of the thumb area of Michigan, overlooking Lake Huron. It was fun, but being in the dirt and bugs was never my idea of fun. Lake Huron was too cold to swim in.
One day we did a river hike. The river was a small stream, babbling over rocks and sandbars, with the full array of flora and fauna, fish and creatures. It was the only place I have ever encountered leeches. Our legs came out of a pool with little worm like creatures attached to them. Most of us panicked. The counselors calmly removed them, as I recall touching a burning cigaret to the back of the leech made it release its grip and and fall away, also affording the counselors an excuse to smoke in front of their charges. The bleeding stopped within a couple of minutes.
The river hike was one of my fondest memories of that week, at times I think about finding a creek and taking a hike.
Would you join me on that hike?