I was eighteen when one of my friends and our girlfriends decided to sneak off for an overnight camping trip. The girls told their parents that they were having a sleepover with their girlfriends. We told our parents that we were going to go fishing for the day and would stay over night to get an early start at a favorite fishing hole. We loaded up Danny's car, stopped by the store for some hotdogs, drinks and S'more fixin's and headed for a little secluded swimming hole that we knew of in the foothills. In those days you could spend a whole week-end and not see another person. I loved...