It all started when our annual camping trip had taken quite a detour.

Instead of our usual spot by Bede Lake,

Peter wanted us to hike deep into the woodlands for what he called, quote, a special surprise.

I was not happy to find that he led us into a literal unjotted territory.

This isn't on the State Barks map.

I noticed this as we left my car behind in a clearing and embarked onto rugged

foot trails that looked more fit for deer than humans. I know we're going

somewhere that's not technically allowed Peter replied replied with an all too confident grin.

Peter and Henry were always the outdoorsy types, but I was always more of a city boy.

I like my hikes on well-man manicured paths and my campsites sanctioned

by the government. I know this makes me sound like a press, but... Well, yeah, I am one. I am at least aware of it.

Peter and Henry might have thought putting on a flannel and some old boots could suddenly transform any

really armed teenager boy into a rugged mountain man, but I knew better.

I knew better.

I knew that I was a liability enough as it is in the woods, and all the way out here, I might be

in real danger.

If only I knew how right I really was. I'm going back into my car to put my camera back. I said to them before we got too far in.

Michael, no! Peter shouted at me. Trust me, there's a good reason I wanted you to bring it.

What is it? I asked.

You'll see.

Peter was always a cryptic little turd.

Henry started to chuckle to himself, and when I asked him if he knew what Peter was up to he replied

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