Penn State outdoorsmen, hands slapped and scolded by Big Nanny.
The club ought to tell the Penn State administration that their “outing” is a “gay thing”. Then they’d get permission to do anything they want.
What a chickenshit school Penn State has become. It used to be feared. Now it is laughed at.
How about renaming it “Snowflake Un.”?
I was a avid member of the Sierra Cub before it turned into a communist conspiracy. It had great wilderness outings. The best one I went on was a genuine wilderness canoe trip on the Dumoine River in Quebec in 1975 or 1976, long before cell phones. We did 107 miles in 7 days and were near any type of civilization that could have helped us in event of an accident on only the first and last days of the trip. Otherwise, we were in total wilderness and entirely on our own. That kind of thing is the whole idea of an outing Club.
Hard to keep the snowflakes in snowflake mode after they’ve climbed a mountain or rafted through Class V rapids.