I was eighteen when one of my friends and our girlfriends decided to sneak off for an overnight camping trip. The girls told their parents that they were having a sleepover with their girlfriends. We told our parents that we were going to go fishing for the day and would stay over night to get an early start at a favorite fishing hole. We loaded up Danny's car, stopped by the store for some hotdogs, drinks and S'more fixin's and headed for a little secluded swimming hole that we knew of in the foothills. In those days you could spend a whole week-end and not see another person. I loved the smell of the pines and the feeling of being embraced by the beauty of nature all around. Besides getting out of the city, as small as it was, was still a treat.
We had a great time swimming, playing and
