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I had given José a list of essentials for the trip—wool socks, rain gear, hiking boots, a sweater, and a winter hat—items that would easily fill out a watermelon-sized sack. But there was just a little plastic bag hanging limply from his fist.

“You got enough gear in there to last you two months, bro?” I chided.

I opened the sack and found two pairs of boxer shorts still in their packaging, along with two tank tops, three pairs of white cotton socks, and a cotton sweatshirt. On a canoe trip to the subarctic, this was a just-add-water recipe for hypothermia. And it looked as if the kid still didn’t have glasses.

“I did get these though,” José said, grabbing the pair of oversized orange sunglasses that had been dangling from the neck of his T-shirt and sliding them onto his nose. “My stunner shades, bro. Gotsta have the stunner shades.”

José noticed my frustration. “Nah, I’m foolin’ with you, bro. We just need to pick up my new glasses at America’s Best.”

My spirits lifted. We could get whatever else he needed on our way to the Red River headwaters.