The Incredible Naked Adventure at Batsto (Jayne's Nature) by Louise Jayne

Author:Louise, Jayne [Louise, Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Surf City Source Media Group
Published: 2013-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

* * *

* * *

V

Locked out

But I already knew that no boat yard is ever truly secure, you know! Not so long as there is a tidal waterway….

‘We’ll go down to the boat ramp,’ I said. ‘And make our way back along the water.’

This was judged a really good idea so we shouldered up our packs and marched farther down towards the public ramp and bathing beach on the river. As we neared, we saw a ranger pull out from the bathing-beach driveway and turn in our direction. Immediately he saw us and slowed down, pulling over to the side of the road. The window slid down. ‘Hold up a minute, kids. Where are you going?’

I stopped about three feet away from his window and said, ‘Home.’

‘Home? Home where?’

The others had gone on a few more steps and were standing about even with the back of his SUV. ‘Sweetwater,’ I lied, which is what we said last time this happened. Maybe he would think we were the same three girls from Sweetwater as before.

He nodded. ‘That’s a pretty good hike,’ he said.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘We hiked farther than that today.’

The radio said something. ‘You have anyone you can call?’ he asked

We did have a cell phone, and it was turned on though it wasn’t showing we had any coverage here. ‘They know where we are,’ I said. ‘We’ll be fine.’

He nodded again.

‘Have a good night,’ I said, to get rid of him then– we were all too tired for this and we had more sneaking around to do tonight. He didn’t say anything and we just moved on, Jules and Jem a little ahead of me, and when we heard the SUV start moving again we all turned around and watched him go. He drove straight off down the road. We knew he usually checks the campsite across the road on the same trip as when he checks the bathing beach, which is supposed to be closed at dusk, so that’s why I said ‘Sweetwater’ instead of that we were camping, because he would have known if there was anyone in the campsite. The other thing we knew is that, because we had seen him just leaving the bathing beach, he would not be back for a while, at least an hour or more. After dark there’s only one or two rangers on and then the occasional state trooper, as we saw last night. They have a lot of park and a lot of roads to patrol.

The ranger’s taillights were tiny little red dots as we turned the bend in the road for the bathing beach. Immediately we ducked in the dark, tree-lined driveway and marched in, around the curve, about 250 yards to the rest rooms and across the gravel yard to the bulkhead. Of course the place was deserted– it was legally closed now. One bold white light gleamed from the rest rooms building 100 yards behind us. Directly downstream about two or three tenths of a mile lay the boat, just out of sight around the bend in the river.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.