Middle of the Night

One night I was having a sleepover at my house when I was in high school. Somehow, I started talking about a fort I had built a long time ago in the woods. Wouldn't it be great to go and see it?! It was a warm summer night and we grabbed some flashlights and headed off into the woods. For some reason, we thought it would be a good idea to enter the woods in a new way and then make it a real adventure to find it. I knew the basic layout of the woods as I had spent countless hours wandering them as a kid. All we had to do was cross the creek and then follow it on the other side until we came across a huge rock that would point the way deeper into the woods. The woods were basically a bog. Swampy, muddy, and full of pricker bushes. We tromped around for hours until we found the stream. As soon as we got to the other side, the first flashlight died. We didn't give up though. We still had two more. By this time Dan was in pretty bad shape. He had worn his sandals and shorts for this trek. All the pricker bushes we had walked through weren't very kind to his shins. Pretty soon (you guessed it!) the second flashlight died. Not being professional explorers we decided that it was time to head back. The woods at night are a very, very dark place. More bushes, more mud, Danny even lost one of his sandals in the mud and couldn't get it back. We wandered for another hour before the third flashlight died. Luckily, we could see our salvation just up ahead. A street lamp lead us out onto the main road. We were miles from where we entered. Now with some decent lighting we were able to see that Danny's legs were pretty badly scratched up. To make it even worse, a day or two later he found out that we had also been tromping through plenty of poison ivy.