I swear that I'll never mess with the woods again.

Written by Insomnia Storyteller

Ben and I thought a vacation would be nice.

After working endlessly upon our graduation from college, we had hoped to get away from it all.

It was supposed to be a relaxing getaway in the woods, one during which we could drink, laugh, and just enjoy being alone together.

Living with our respective parents wasn't the easiest, but we made it work in hopes of accumulating

enough savings to buy a home of our own.

That's why we decided to go camping.

A decision, I would soon regret more than any other stupid choice I had made in my 22 years

of life.

Finding a campground that was open during October in New England was harder than one could

imagine.

Then we wound up having to drive nearly four hours from our hometown to the site.

For your sake, I won't tell you exactly where we were, but just no, it was near some rather famous

on northern mountains.

The campground we chose advertised that it had 100 acres of wood surrounding it, and

in the light of a day when we had booked it, that seemed like a fantastic feature.

We wanted to be enclosed by trees, having all the privacy in the world to engage in, whatever

sort of activities we desired.

Between both of our parents' garages, we were able to scrounge up enough camping supplies

to avoid purchasing the necessities.

We grabbed a tent for my parents, some

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