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the car roars to life as we start our camping journey. past the waving trees farther into the woods we go. we stop at the albertsons to get some sandwich stuff and hotdogs. as we travel more as they day drags on it gets later and later. we have to find somewhere to stop soon. we meet this random guy and he says we can camp on his property . we set up the tents that are not willing to cooperate . then we explore a little the property is big there is a hill down it looks steep but not impossible . when we finish exploring for the night we set up a campfire the flames whip around but don't go out. we hear coyotes in the distance i was scared for a little while after that but i calmed down . the next day we go down and explore there is a road but its blocked off. i didn't hear we were going back up . a few minutes later i find myself alone i make my way up scared that i'm lost. i call my stepdads name tear forming at the corner of my eyes the hills seem to be laughing . i hear my stepdad calling my name and i make my way to him . were you scared he asked me no i responded i had wiped the tears a few minutes earlier .