The summer vacation had started a week ago and I and a couple other girls had agreed on this trip, out of the city. A one-way trip to there would take most of the day by car, and the closest phone to the place is also quite far away. We wanted to make sure that we’d be as far from the civilization’s grasp for a while as possible.
I waited for the girls to pick me up and watched TV. There was some news about abnormally high solar flares or some such thing, and that the weather forecast would be a bit shaky since several satellites were malfunctioning.
Anyway, I soon heard a car-horn from outside and grabbed my backpack, said quick goodbyes to my parents, and promised to get to a phone or something if something happens, etc. Once outside I threw the backpack into the car trunk and jumped into the back seat. And so our little trip out of the thrills of civilization started.
Nothing really interesting happened on the trip there. When we arrived, we turned the radio off and agreed not to listen to it again for at least a couple of days. Two of us built the tent and started to search for firewood since it was already quite late as the third one visited the beach. We knew the owner of a farm nearby. The farm wasn’t used anymore, and the owner lived there only on his vacations. He had a couple of boats and had promised to lend us one.
As darkness fell we lit the campfire and started cooking, making some tea, and preparing sausages. We had more interesting foodstuffs with us but several hours in a car can wear one down quite efficiently. So we listened to the deep humming of the forest and watched the stars, eating our quickly prepared night snack.
Suddenly we heard a deep huge voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, and all the stars faded from near-invisibility to almost blinding light and back. Since it was over in about two seconds, we didn’t think about it much and I calmed my pals by telling them about the solar flares on TV. It wasn’t much of an explanation but it was an explanation still, and we went into our tent and slept.
On the second day, we made some breakfast and talked about what we should do first. We had to go and borrow the boat since it wasn’t on the shore – the farm owner had said that he’d bring it if he found the time. The boat was tied to the pier by the barn, and it was a good hour walk there through the forest.
I can’t remember what it was about, but we started to argue about something irrelevant, and we finally got to the point where we started calling each other names. I’d had enough and walked away, to calm my nerves. I knew that they wouldn’t come after me, since we all knew how to find the camp but it was still easy to get lost in the woods, and there is no point to go search for someone who knows how to get back just to get lost yourself.
I figured that since I was walking in that direction anyway, I could fetch the boat. The farm was further away from that I remembered. I probably walked in circles for a while, but finally, I saw it in the distance. A quick glance at the clouds told me that it was going to rain soon. I started to run to the farm, its closest building being the old barn. I knew that there was some old hay inside, so in the worst case I could spend my night there.
It was becoming dark at an alarming rate, and the rain started to pour. I ran as fast as I could, and soon I was under the roof of the barn, although I wasn’t inside it yet. The bushes I had run through were wet, though, and my skirt was damp. Oh well. So, I calmed down, knowing that I wasn’t going to get completely wet at least. I walked around the barn to the doors, staying clearly under its eves as the rain poured. I knew that I had to be the one to go back to the camp tomorrow since I had been the one to walk away in anger. So, I had lost the fight.
I came to the big, sliding barn door and pushed it open slightly. I looked inside and waited awhile for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Just then there was a flash of lightning, and in a glimpse, I saw that I had been right about the hay. So I entered the barn. It was relatively dry, although the air was certainly humid. I took my damp clothes off and hung them on a nail on the wall when I finally started to see in the dark. My blouse was miraculously dry so I left it on, so I at least I had some protection against the sharp ends of the dry