I told him what happened the next day.

We were hiking up in the mountains. I'd whined to Daddy that while I liked hiking, there were so many people around. Many of them were rude because we were taking it slow on account of Daddy's bad knee. Plus, I figured at some point, being in the middle of the woods, we might find a place with some privacy.

It turns out there was a reason why Daddy wanted to spend a week in a place with so many mountains and where one of the main activities was hiking. When he was a kid his parents took him here a couple...