Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 23:23:42 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book7 chapter 5

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 7-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2003 by billwstories
Chapter 5 - Our vacation draws to a close.        August 2003

The second week of our camping trip started out with a beautiful sunny day,
compared to the violent storm we endured two days previous.  We loaded up
in our canoes and paddled to the far end of the lake we were on, and then
we had to tackle a portage of over 200 yards.  Actually the boys did very
well navigating it, though Jake and I found the passage a little rougher.
You see, the portage started by going straight up a hill, with about a
thirty-degree angle of ascent, and I could have sworn that hill went on for
at least one hundred and fifty yards of that portage.  By the time we
reached the top of that grade, not only were we breathing hard, but our
arms and legs were aching from the exertion - the legs from walking up that
hill and the arms from carrying the canoe over our heads as we went.

The boys actually seemed a little concerned about us as we stopped to take
a brief break, and they even offered to carry our canoe and packs for the
remainder of the portage.  After thanking them for their concern and
explaining to them we'd be fine, they didn't push the issue further.
However, we could tell they were watching us more closely now, seeing if
they could pick up any signs of distress in either of us.  We continued
onward, until we reached the next lake, and then we placed our canoes in
the water and set off again, this time at a more leisurely pace.  About
halfway across the lake, our pace seemed to quicken, but I'm not sure how
or why it happened.  Possibly it was due to the fact that some of the boys
got impatient and wanted to hurry or that the adrenaline flow had just got
them going faster, but soon we reached the other end of the lake and were
pulling our canoes out of the water once more.

The boys decided this would be a good time to take a lunch break, though I
think it had more to do with wanting to give Jake and me time to rest up,
before we took on another portage.  We kept the meal quick and simple, to
try to make up a little time.  We were already a little behind schedule,
because of having to stay put on that island for so long during the storm,
so as soon as we finished, we grabbed our gear and continued our overland
journey.  This portage was fairly short, only about seventy-five yards in
length, but again much of it was uphill.  The boys had offered to carry
Jake's and my load, though once again we declined their offer by explaining
that we didn't belong out here if we couldn't carry our own weight.  They
weren't happy with our response, but they didn't argue the point further.

The next lake was quite long, so it took us a while to get from one end to
the other, but when we finally reached the far shore, we decided this was a
good place to make camp.  We wasted no time in finding a good spot,
unpacking our gear, and setting up our tents, and then the boys thought it
would be a great time for a swim.  In fact we all agreed on that, and we
thought it would also be a great time to bathe as well, because we were all
hot and sweaty from the day's exertion.  We broke out the bars of ivory
soap, stripped down, and raced back toward the lake.  Of course I had
scanned the area first, making sure I couldn't see any others about, but I
don't think I could have held the boys back anyway, as they were intent on
this idea.  Once we were all in the lake, we passed the soap around, as I
urged them to clean up first, and then the boys began their horseplay.

Jake and I figured we'd be immune to being included in the action, seeing
the boys had thought we had a rough enough time conquering the portages,
but we were wrong once more.  Of course it was Ricky and some of his
cohorts who began the commotion, as a couple of them leapt on Jake's and my
back, trying to dunk us, and then some of the other boys tried to retaliate
on our behalf.  That led to an all out battle, with people trying to dunk
some or save others, but it was all being done in fun.  I was glad all of
the boys happened to be strong swimmers and I didn't have to worry about
them while this was going on, because I didn't have time to watch what was
happening to anyone else.  As soon as I shed one body off my back, by
bucking that person back into the water or flipping him over my shoulder,
another attack would commence.  I noticed a few of the boys were taking it
easy and not attacking me, mostly the older ones, probably because they
were concerned I might overexert myself, but the younger ones kept coming
like an advancing army.  By the time this ended, we were all exhausted and
ready for a respite from this activity.

The fantastic part was that no one got angry or tried to hurt anyone else,
because to the boys it was just a way to release some energy and a means to
bond with the rest of the family.  If you got targeted in on what happened
during these episodes, you could pretty well conclude the attacker loved
the person he attacked enough to feel comfortable doing such things with
them.  It was just like with the teasing and practical jokes that the boys
were so fond of.  Everyone seemed to target those whom they felt closest
too, because they knew they wouldn't take it the wrong way.  If they did
the same thing to someone they were upset with or didn't get along with, it
would most likely have led into a battle, with each boy trying to get the
upper hand over the other.  This way, it generally stayed fun and was an
enjoyable experience when it happened.

 Seeing everyone was getting exhausted, we crawled out of the lake,
probably looking like something from an early Darwinian sketch showing the
primitive life forms crawling out from the primordial ooze.  We were all
naked, somewhat exhausted, and merely dragging ourselves back to shore, and
it would have been one shocking sight for anyone who had chanced upon us at
that moment.  Forttunately that did not happen, and we moved back to our
gear, some of us throwing on clothes, while the rest preferred to remain as
they were.  Jake and I began to get things ready for dinner, while the boys
gathered up stones to use to ring the campfire and wood to burn in it.
Before long we had a fire going and dinner was being prepared.

The boys were quite relaxed this evening, although I could see Andrew was
still missing his newest friend, but everything went smoothly.  After
dinner we made an even bigger fire, but it was basically for aesthetic
purposes.  We didn't need the light, as the moon was pretty bright, and we
didn't need the heat, because it was a fairly warm evening, but it did have
a nice effect.  Primarily it was just used as a backdrop to sit around and
tell stories, but we made sure it was totally out before we went to sleep.

That night I could hear some grunting and moaning coming from the various
tents, as the boys used the time to relieve some more of their sexual
tension, but I knew there was nothing to be concerned about.  Even Jake and
I got to spend a little quality time together, although I found Andrew
cuddled up against me halfway through the night.  I guess he either missed
his new friend, or felt uncomfortable with the more developed boys now, but
I wasn't sure which it was this time.  I would talk to him in the morning
and see if there was anything more I might be able to do to help reassure
him.  I hoped this was only because he was lonely or need a fatherly touch,
as his preoccupation with his slowness in reaching puberty was rapidly
approaching the point of becoming an unhealthy obsession for him.

The next morning I wasn't feeling very well when Jake started to get ready
to take some of the boys out to go fishing, so I bowed out this time.  I
wasn't sure if it was due to worrying about Andrew and not sleeping well
after I discovered him next to me, or whether I might actually be coming
down with something.  Whatever it was, I thought it best to rest up a bit
more, until hopefully it passed.  Jake understood and agreed to take the
fishermen out alone this morning, but he would have a couple of the older
boys use their own canoes, to give them a chance to gain a little
confidence on their own.  This meant that Jake would be alone in the one
canoe this time, but he didn't seem to feel that would be a problem.
Having gained his reassurance, I stayed where I was and cuddled up with
Andrew.

It was about a half hour later when I heard a commotion outside, so I got
up and went out to see what was going on.  The second I went through the
tent flap I noticed a canoe floating upside down and someone splashing
around in the water.  Focusing on the individual in the water, I soon
discovered it was Jake, and realized somehow he had capsized his canoe.
The two other canoes where rapidly moving toward him, as the boys went to
his rescue, and then one of them broke away to retrieve our canoe, which
was caught in the current and steadily moving away from them.  We almost
ended up losing that canoe, but our quick thinking boys prevented that from
happening, and now the other canoe was bringing Jake ashore, so I could
find out exactly what had happened.

"Damn, I lost my knife and a pair of glasses," Jake complained, as he came
walking toward me.

"Are you all right???  And what happened out there?" I asked him,
concerned.

I was fishing and enjoying the morning, when I noticed a snake in the canoe
and it was slithering toward me.  I tried to flip it out with the paddle,
but I only succeeded in flipping it on me, and then I panicked and
accidentally rolled the canoe in the process."

The boys were struggling to suppress giggles at this point, though you
could hear a few stifled chuckles and some other throaty noises coming from
those trying to hold back their laughter.  Hearing this, Jake began to turn
red from embarrassment.

"Did any of you get my fishing pole?" he asked, trying to deflect attention
away from what had happened, by asking about his gear.  We looked at the
boys and they all shrugged or shook their heads in response.  "Damn, that
means I lost that too!"  Now Jake seemed even more upset about what had
happened.

"Why don't some of you boys go out and see if you might be able to find
it," I advised them, not holding out much hope they would.  My primary
intent was to get some of them away from here, to relieve some of Jake's
discomfort, so he could begin to relax and calm down.

"That won't do any good," he said looking at me.

"Maybe not, but it won't do any harm either," I advised.  "Let them try and
see what they might be able to turn up."

"It won't work out like you hope," he offered, discouragingly, "and if
we're lucky, they won't lose anything else.  I screwed up, and that's what
it cost me for doing so."

I tried to console him, but he seemed to want to be left alone at the
moment, so I respected his feelings and moved away from him.  Not
completely away, but far enough to give him his own space and let him work
things out for himself.  When I saw he seemed to be in control of his
emotions and not taking it so badly, I went out to see if the boys had
found anything.  A little while later they came back to shore, and I could
tell by the looks on their faces they hadn't been successful.  With nothing
left to do, I decided to fix breakfast and then we'd discuss our next move.

The boys were also disappointed that they had little to offer in the way of
fish for breakfast, so they decided to go out try their luck for another
half hour.  I thought that would be fine, so I told them to go ahead, but I
also advised them to be very careful.  While they were out tying to be
useful, I kept the others busy taking down our camp and packing up, while I
fixed something to fill their stomachs.  Soon Jake came out to assist me,
seemingly having come to terms with what had happened earlier.

While we were finishing preparing the meal, our fisherman came back in,
whooping and hollering.  Obviously that meant they had managed to catch a
few more fish to add to what they had caught earlier, but we had another
surprise when they came closer.  Not only had they caught a few more fish
for breakfast, but one of the boys had accidentally hooked Jake's fishing
pole in the process and reeled it back into their canoe.  Now they were
walking toward Jake, his fishing rod held triumphantly out before them, and
Jake just glowed when he saw it.

"How did you find it?" he asked, surprised.

"I decided to fish about where you had been," Pat began, "and seeing it
wasn't too far from shore, the water level was fairly shallow.  Well, my
canoe started drifting a little, but it wasn't a problem yet, so I just
continued fishing, until I felt my line snag something.  I wasn't sure what
it was, so I gave the line a yank and began to reel in whatever was hooked
to the other end.  As I pulled my line out of the water, I discovered my
hook had somehow gone through one of the eyelets on your fishing pole,
where the fishing line goes through.  I just took up the rest of my line,
and your rod just came with it."

"I don't care how you did it, but thanks.  That was the rod and reel my dad
gave me when I graduated high school, and that's why I was so upset about
losing it.  I can't tell you how grateful I am to have it back now."

All the fishermen were beaming now, pleased that they had been able to help
Jake recover his prized possession, but none more than Pat, the one who had
just hooked his biggest prize of all.  Jake actually had tears streaming
down his cheeks, from the relief he felt from having that cherished memento
back in his hands.  I think we all know how devastating it can be to lose
something with that much sentimental value, but it often even more
emotional when you discover you hadn't really lost it at all.  Well, that's
what Jake was experiencing right now.  He was so happy he began to hug
everyone near him, and the boys happily hugged him back, realizing his
extreme sense of relief.

After this little celebration had ended, Jake cleaned the fish and then I
cooked them over the campfire, and soon we were all partaking of a more
enjoyable breakfast than it otherwise might have been.  Once the meal was
finished, we loaded up our gear and made our way across the portage to the
next lake.

This portage was a medium length portage, but it was flatter than most of
the others had been lately.  We made our way over it quite easily, and then
we got back in our canoes and began paddling along this new lake.  Along
the way, one of the boys saw a couple of moose drinking along the far
shoreline and managed to silently draw everyone's attention to them.  They
were quite impressive creatures, but I'm glad they weren't any closer than
they were, because they looked as if they could be formidable adversaries,
if they were angered or provoked.

We continued on, looking for more signs of wildlife as we went, but most of
all we were just enjoying the magnificent scenery.  We found it incredible
that we seemed to be all alone in the midst of all this beauty, and it was
no wonder the early pioneers were so eager to explore this pristine
wilderness and make this land their own, no matter how great the hardships.
The rest of the day passed quickly, as we moved from one small lake to
another, and the only break we took was for lunch.  As it got later in the
day and the sun began to make its descent toward the horizon, I decided it
was time to call a halt to our progress and directed everyone to head in to
shore to set up camp.  As we got closer to the shoreline, we noticed
another canoe pulled onto the shore, and then we saw a tent hidden by some
trees.  I was about to signal the boys to keep going, when I saw a guy
waving to us from near the tent.  I waved back, letting him know I'd seen
him, but now he was motioning us to come join him.  I didn't want to be
rude, so we continued toward the shore, but I was cautiously approaching
this meeting.

"Howdy, guys," the man shouted out as we touched the shore.  He had walked
down to greet us.  "There's plenty a space for y'all to set your camp up
here," he added.  I looked the guy over, and although I hate to make snap
decisions about a person, I did not have a good feeling about him.  He
looked rough and crude and I didn't like the way he was eyeing some of my
boys, but before I had a chance to speak, a second guy came out of the
tent, and I suppose he did so to see who his friend was talking to.  He
looked downright mean, and now I certain we didn't want to stop here.

"Sorry, we weren't planning to set up camp yet," I told him.  "It's just
that some of the boys needed to relieve themselves, so we were coming
ashore for that purpose.  I don't want to mess up the area near you, so
we'll just move farther down the lake."

"Don't be silly," he countered.  "My buddy and I have been pissing and
crapping in these here woods for a few weeks now.  You can't do any more
harm than we have."

"That may be true, but there's only two of you.  Adding this much more
might leave an aroma you wouldn't want, or be sufficient to attract other
creatures to this area."

"Hell, y'all don't worry about no damn critters.  We'll take care of
anything that gets too close to us."  I knew before he got the words out of
his mouth that it was probably true, but I didn't like the looks, sound, or
feel of these two.

"Just the same we'll give you a break.  There's plenty of open space out
here so we don't have to do our business so close to other campers."  I
thought that would end the conversation.

"Well, why don't yuh just set up your camp here then.  Butch and I would
like the company."  I knew we couldn't do this, but now I had to find a way
out gracefully.  There was just something about this pair that made me
uneasy, so I wanted to put as much distance between them and us as we
could.

"That's a very generous offer, but we're already behind our schedule, due
to that storm a few days ago.  We have to make up some time or we'd have
taken up your generous offer.  Thanks anyway, but we have to get moving.
This was just going to be a rest stop for us."

"Hell, man, by the time y'all get much farther, the sun will be down and
you'll have to set up camp in the dark.  Come on, just pitch your stuff
here for the night."

"Thanks anyway, but we need to keep moving."  I signaled the boys to push
off and we started paddling down the lake.  A couple of times I glanced
back, waving once as the guy still stood along the lake watching us, but I
wanted to make sure we weren't being followed.  After we got a few hundred
yards away from their camp, Jake paddled his canoe up beside mine so we
could speak.

"What was with those guys?" he wanted to know.

"I'm not sure, but I just didn't like the looks of them.  I thought it best
we keep moving."

"Oh, I agree totally.  Looking at that pair made my skin crawl."

"Yeah, there was just something about them that unnerved me, and I wasn't
about to have the boys stay anywhere near them.  Let's make the next
portage and make our way at least halfway down the next lake before we set
up camp for tonight."

"We're going to have to hurry then, or it will be dark before we get
there."

"I know, so let's pick up our pace."

We managed to let the boys know we had to paddle harder, and we made our
way to the end of that lake.  We navigated the portage as quickly as we
could, but there is only so fast you can go with all that gear and rough
terrain.  As we came out the other side, the light was rapidly fading, but
I urged everyone to continue and pushed them on.  We hopped back in our
canoes and made our way down the lake, until I spotted a suitable campsite.
We turned the canoes toward that spot and soon we pulling them safely
inland and unloading our gear.

"Man, those guys were creepy," Cole told me, as we moved to look for a
place to pitch our tents.

"Yeah, I didn't like their looks either."

"Do you think they were escaped criminals or something like that?" Sammy
asked.  "Frankie had told us about jailhouse tattoos, and they both had
some."

"Really?  I didn't notice that."

"I did," Danny added.  "Frankie told us about them one day when we were
talking about what it would be like to have to work in a jail and he told
us some of the things he heard about what types of things went on in there.
My guess is, those guys must have been locked up at least once in their
lives."

"Could be," I responded, "but I thought it best to put some distance
between us before we stopped for the night.  Now let's hurry or it will be
totally dark before we get everything organized."

We split up into groups, with some of the boys setting up the tents, others
gathering wood for a fire, and Jake and I getting things out to fix our
meal.  As soon as the first load of wood was delivered, Jake started the
fire, and soon we whipping up something for dinner.

"Dad, do you think we should tell somebody about those guys?" Kevin asked.
"I really think someone should know they're out here."

"Yeah, the might be escaped convicts or murderers," Graham added.

"Well, I don't think they're that bad," I tried to reassure them, but we
will either tell someone at the ranger station or we'll have our outfitters
contact someone about them when we get back in.  Pat, do me a favor and get
our map and mark off the lake they were on and put an 'x' about where they
were camped.  Okay?"

"Sure, Dad," he responded.

When I looked up, I saw Dion and Trey down by the lake.  "Hey, what are you
two up to?"  They walked back toward us.

"We just wanted to make sure they weren't following us, is all."

"Did you see them?" Andrew wanted to know.

"No, no one is on the lake."  I think we all breathed a sigh of relief
hearing that.

"Okay, guys, is everyone set up for the night?" I asked them, bringing them
back to the present.  They all told me they were.  "Good, let's eat then."

The talk throughout the meal and most of the rest of the evening was about
those two guys we ran across earlier.  The boys were convinced they were
criminals, and I wasn't sure I'd disagree with that assessment, but I would
feel easier once this night had passed.  I felt fairly confident they
hadn't followed us, as I kept glancing over my shoulder as we made our way
off of that lake, and I made a couple more checks as we made our way over
the portage.  I also checked as we traveled along the lake we were
currently on, and then Dion and Trey had done their own check after we came
ashore.  I think we were fairly safe now.

That night seemed to be the longest we had spent on this trip.  I don't
think any of us got very much sleep, as we kept one eye and both ears open
for any unusual movement or noises.  We were probably blowing this incident
way out of proportion, but I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I continued my
vigilance.  By the time the sun came up the next morning, we were all
relieved, but still very tired.  I suggested we could stay put a little
longer and get some more rest, if the boys wanted to, but they said they
would feel safer if we moved on, and maybe just make camp a little earlier
this evening.  I understood why they preferred to do it that way, as they
wanted to get even more distance between us and those two guys, so I agreed
and we hurriedly went about our chores to get ready to leave.

Soon we had eaten our breakfast, loaded up our canoes, and we were on the
move once again.  We quickly made our way off that lake and onto the next,
and we proceeded directly down that lake to the one after it, as the boys
had opted to skip lunch and keep moving.  Once we were on that next lake,
the boys decided they were worn out and wanted to make camp, so we turned
our canoes toward the shore and began to set up camp.  It was only about
three in the afternoon when we began to pitch our tents, but as soon as
they were up, everyone decided to take a nap before dinner.  Soon all you
could hear was the gentle even breathing of all my worn out campers and
Jake's gentle snoring.  Soon after that I drifted off too, and that's all I
remember until Jake shook me awake.

"Hey, come on.  You can't sleep the night away.  Don't you want to eat?
The boys and I whipped up some dinner, and I thought you might want to fill
your stomach and get up for a bit, before we turned in for the night."

"Yeah, thanks.  I guess I didn't get much sleep last night," I admitted,
sheepishly.  "There was just something about that pair that unsettled me,
and I got up and walked around the area for most of the night."

"I know.  I either heard you, saw you, or discovered you weren't there when
I woke up.  I couple of times I heard noises and peeked out the tent flap
to investigate, only to discover it was you moving about."

"I'm sorry about that, but I felt safer knowing one of us was on the
lookout."

"What were you so concerned about," Jake persisted.

"I'm not sure and I can't put a finger on it, but somehow I got the
impression those guys were either waiting to rob, torture, or molest some
unsuspecting campers.  I didn't like the way the looked at us or the boys."

"I didn't get that strong of an impression, but I knew I didn't trust them
either.  It's good to know that nothing happened and today we'll move even
farther away from them.  The boys have already been looking up and down the
lake to see if there were any signs of canoes or other people, but there's
been nothing so far.  I think our imaginations were just working overtime."

"I hope so, but I'll feel safer in a couple more days."

"Come on, let's eat, and the we can spend some time with the boys, before
we get some more rest.  Tonight it will be my turn to walk guard duty."  I
looked at Jake and smiled, knowing he was trying to help share the load.

"Tell you what.  Tonight I'll split it with you.  There's no reason either
one of us should lose a whole night's sleep now."

"Deal, but let's not say anything to the boys."

"Agreed."

We crawled out of our tent and made our way over to where they boys were
watching of the food.  They had been greedily eyes all the various items,
as they were more than anxious to fill their empty bellies.  While we ate,
some of the boys mentioned they saw or heard me walking around the previous
night, and I confessed was mostly to make me feel better, not just to
protect them.

"Doesn't matter why you did it," Pat added, "but it did help us sleep
easier too, once we discovered it was you.  We all talked about it while
you were asleep.  Thanks, Dad.  It's nice to know you were so concerned."

I just smiled at the boys, ate my meal, and then we talked about what was
left of our trip.  That night Jake and I split up the duty of staying
awake, taking two-hour shifts, and the next morning we were ready to head
out again.

The rest of our camping trip passed quickly and uneventfully, and soon we
were on the final leg of this outing.  During that final day we spotted a
ranger and flagged him down, giving him the information about the duo we
had run into a few days before.  He noted the location and then got on his
walkie-talkie and called it in, and I heard the person on the other end say
they would send a couple of rangers to check those men out.  After that, he
took my information, so he could notify us later about what they had
discovered, and he thanked me for bringing it to his attention.  He told me
that although it was unlikely this would turn out to be anything out of the
ordinary, he was glad that we were concerned enough about others to have
reported such suspicious activity.  After saying good-bye, we were on our
way again.

That afternoon, we finished that final leg of the trip, reached the
outfitters, gave them back all their gear and canoes, got credit for our
security deposit, and then we loaded onto the bus, which had returned and
was waiting for us.  As we boarded, the bus driver asked us how things had
gone, and the boys were very enthusiastic in recounting some of the tales,
but they also made sure to tell him about the two guys who had scared them,
well all of us, so badly.  The driver merely nodded and took it all in, and
then we drove off for one final night in a motel, for tomorrow we'd be
flying back home.

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