Seclusion.Īll of a sudden, I heard the snap. As the sun began to hide behind the mountains there was nary a ripple in the water. From there, I could see down around the bend to the main body of the lake. I'm not much of a swimmer, so I didn't venture out all that far, only to where the water was chest high. No need for a bathing suit back here, so I went in naked, the chilly water making me shiver as I waded in. It was a warm evening, and after I set up and had a light dinner, I decided to take a dip in the lake. "Beautiful," I whispered to myself after I had set up camp and looked out from the boulder that served as a chair out near the shore of the lake. I saw nobody - not even on the actual trail, and once I got to the bushwhacking part I knew there would be nobody around. My backpack probably weighed close to half of my own 150 pounds, but I was so pumped for this getaway that I hardly noticed it. The lake itself was unnavigable for anything but canoes, making it less popular than most places, and because it took a couple of hours to backpack in from the highway, most people didn't venture this far back. The little clearing at the far end of the oddly shaped lake was just as I had remembered it. Mom would see that and fret and fuss, and then nag me when I got back, but it would be worth it in the end. To make sure, I purposely "forgot" my cell phone at home. You could stay back there a week and not see another person, and that was what I wanted. There was a place that my father had taken me years ago that was as secluded as you could ask for. There was a place way back off the beaten path, and up in that area even the paths weren't that well traveled. No better place to do that than up around Forked Lake in the Adirondacks, or so I figured. I'm sure there would be another someday, but for right now all I wanted to do was sulk and pout. Kenny wasn't the first guy I had dated and broken up with, he was the second. A couple days of seclusion, and time to sort things out in my head, and I would be fine.
I was hurting, and when I felt like this all I knew is that I wanted - needed - to be alone. Long story short, Mom would not be seeing Kenny around the house anymore. Kenny was the reason I had decided to go on this camping trip, because unknown to my parents, my "friend" Kenny was much more than a friend, and we had an argument earlier in the week. "I don't see why you can't go with someone," she said for the hundredth time. "If you don't hear from me it doesn't mean anything. "I'll try Mom, but the reception up that way is spotty," I told her. When using a search engine such as Google, Bing or Yahoo check the safe search settings where you can exclude adult content sites from your search results Īsk your internet service provider if they offer additional filters īe responsible, know what your children are doing online."Make sure you call us every morning and night." Use family filters of your operating systems and/or browsers Other steps you can take to protect your children are: More information about the RTA Label and compatible services can be found here. Parental tools that are compatible with the RTA label will block access to this site. We use the "Restricted To Adults" (RTA) website label to better enable parental filtering.
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