Within a matter of seconds, we began to regret our decision. We were not feeling a “ thrill on Blueberry Hill “ ( i. e., Blueberry Lake Road ) but rather a strong sense of foreboding. As we clung to the hood of the car in any way we could ( not an easy task in case you never tried it! ), the road got smaller and smaller very quickly and eventually turned into not much more than a rocky dirt path. ( The photo at the top of this Blog entry was actually taken on my recent trip back to Blueberry Lake. )
Golden, Lyle and Stanley stopped the car at one point and tried to entice us off the front of the vehicle. “ Don’t you want to get a closer look at the Lake? “ they coaxed us as we looked through a thickly forested area of trees slopping down to a well hidden lake below. “ No, that’s okay, we can see just fine from here.” Having no idea where we were or if we would we live through this hasty, poorly-thought-out decision, we added as calmly as we could, “ We should probably be heading back to the Farmhouse as our family might be wondering where we are.” Even at the tender age of 16, the truth of the matter was, we still had brains in our heads. It didn’t take us long to realize that we were sitting ducks for any number of terrible outcomes - rape, murder, and total disappearance off the face of the earth. We were completely lost and out in the middle of nowhere, not one person saw us hop on the hood of the car, we knew absolutely nothing about these three young guys who had literally “picked us up” along the side of a secluded, deserted country road. We were at their mercy and powerless. They were stronger than us physically and were now basically in complete control of our lives.
To be continued....
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