Beach House Diaries: Smells Like Teen Spirit

Susan MacCallum-Whitcomb
pile of backpacks
pile of backpacks


How long would it take for nine teens who seem to have stepped out of a High School Musical re-make to morph into Survivor castaways?

On Pictou Island, the answer was about 48 hours.

Before you could say "grab a torch," grime had been embraced. Hair products were discarded (they're useless when your 'do is full of sand, crusted with salt and sprinkled with pine needles); sleeves were hastily severed from t-shirts to create an effect that was shabby without the chic; oh, and underwear became optional. I half expected Jeff Probst to round the corner bearing tribal buffs.