I was here in the winter in 2018. When you first arrive, you are not allowed to sit by the fire with the group or talk to anyone for multiple days. The coldest it got was -14°F and I was given a pan with a few pieces of wood on it to keep warm. That's when my feet started to go numb. When I first arrived I think I was withdrawing from drugs because I was vomiting up everything I ate or drank until they told me they were driving me to the hospital. They gave me a Xanax and some fluids and sent me right back that night. You are sleeping under a tarp, not a tent, that is tied to two trees and lined with rocks so that only one of the faces is open. If you get unlucky with the wind, you would wake up under a pile of snow. There were blizzards in the negative degrees the entire time I was there. They also take your shoes at night so you can't run away, so you have to go pee outside of your tent with no waterproof shoes in the snow at night. They do daily "foot checks" to check you for frostbite and wash off your feet. Every time, I told them my feet were losing more and more feeling until the pain began and I would scream when they poured the warm water on them. Every week, new staff cycles in, so once I was starting to get believed about my feet, the staff that was there when I was first sent to the hospital returned. The staff are not trained professionals, they are college drop outs who want to camp for a living. They told the company's "doctor" that I was faking it to go get more Xanax at the hospital and be back in a warm bed and gas lit me every time I told them how much pain I was in. When that week's staff finally left, I was unable to walk. It felt like there were fire ants crawling in my legs and I couldn't feel the ground beneath me. I could not leave my tent and I had to crawl to get out to use the bathroom. On my last night there, I couldn't crawl anymore and had to poop inside of my own tent. It was only then that the new staff took a picture of my feet to send to the "doctor". She had them take me out of the wilderness and into their office building. From there, my dad booked me a flight home, but not for another few days. They would only let me eat the food from the wilderness and continued to make me sleep on the floor and eat with sticks while they slept on one of the many couches and had takeout food in front of me. They only gave me a pair of crutches, but neither of my legs worked so I had to use them as legs and let my real legs drag behind me. I couldn't get off the ground without help and was left there ignored multiple times. They would keep my feet in ICE WATER so I wouldn't scream and cry from the extremely painful rewarming process, only furthering the damage to my nerves. When I got back home and saw my dad, he immediately took me to the hospital, where they finally put my feet in warm water. It was the most painful thing I had ever gone through. And it all could have been avoided if they believed me from the beginning. The pain did not go away for three months, and I had no idea if they were ever going to heal all the way. Luckily, they did, but no thanks to Evoke. And you can't sue because your parents sign away your rights when they sign you up. They told my dad I was hiking and going to therapy every day. I met with the therapist less than weekly and hiked once. I was there for almost a month. All we did was sit around the fire with other troubled kids and make friendship bracelets and were honestly such poor influences on each other. I learned nothing and am still traumatized to this day. read more