_{~Of course we chose the path. We didn’t even know where it went, and we still chose the path.}

Later I learned that the road we’d been riding for miles actually went by a couple of farms, only three miles from where the path was. A little more riding, and we could’ve found a way home.

If I’d only known then.~
“Someone’s going to steal our bikes!” I said.

“Really, Bernie?” Peter said sarcastically. “We haven’t seen anyone for miles.”

“But what if someone did come by, saw two nice bikes, and decided they-”

“They won’t,” Peter interrupted.

“Whatever you say..”

He rolled his eyes. We were well into the forest now, and I knew that I wouldn’t be getting home on time. It was already dark, and even if I started riding home now, it would probably take until tomorrow morning to get there. My phone had no signal. Calling home was my only hope of getting out of this ungrounded.

I was worrying, but kept out my phone to check the signal every few minutes.

We walked deeper into the woods.