Three Twinks Outdoors
It all began when Mike called me and invited me to go camping with him
and another friend of his, Joey. We were going to be entering eighth grade in
the following week, so he wanted to do this as sort of a last hurrah for
summer. I immediately agreed. I packed my backpack and
tied my sleeping bag to the bottom, and headed over to Mike’s house.
Mike’s house was a large ranch house at the end of the dirt road I lived
on. Behind it, the trees and overgrown flora and wilderness seemed to stretch
on forever. We had gone treking through the woods many times, and had camped
out there a couple of times previously, both times with parental supervision.
This time, Mike’s dad decided it would be all right for us to go off by
ourselves, and we left.
It was a hot summer evening, and by the time we lost sight of the house,
we were already hot and sweaty. After talking about it, we decided to camp
by the large pond about two miles into the woods. That way, once we got
camp set up, we could take a swim.