behaving myself, trying my best not to be rude or obnoxious. What a drag!
Hot sun beat down on the boat. There wasnât a breath of wind. I went inside, hid the sketchbook under my bunk and changed into my swimsuit. I dove off the stern into clear warm water. As I swam I thought about the hiking trip.
Later, when I climbed out onto the swim grid, I had made up my mind. One day was better than nothing.
That afternoon we all piled into the dinghy for a tour of the inlet. By the time we got back a wind had come up. It turned the water choppy and grew stronger by the hour. In the late afternoon Dad and Patti listened to the marine broadcast on the VHF radio. It predicted gale force winds on the water overnight and all the next day.
Already the boat was rocking back and forth. Dad and Patti rechecked the ropes to be sure they would hold. Then Dad sat down beside me. âJess,â he began. âI donât think tomorrow would be a good day to go hiking.â
âWhy not?â
He scratched his head and looked across the water where the waves were building. âI donât like to leave the boat in this wind. Iâm not sure the anchor will hold.â
âYou mean you donât like to leave Patti and Amy,â I snapped.
He put his hand on my shoulder. He wasnât angry; he simply looked sad. âI wouldnât feel right about it,â he said. âSorry, Jess, but weâll go another time. I promise.â
I pulled away from him. I needed to be alone, but that was impossible on this stupid boat. So I got my sketchbook and rowed the dinghy to shore. I walked across the beach to the river. Using small rocks as stepping-stones, I made my way to a big, smooth boulder in the middle of the river. I sat there with water rushing all around me and roaring in my ears.
Alone at last.
I stayed on that rock for hours, sketching and thinking. I tried to draw Saraâs face but couldnât get it right, so I added to my letter instead. Not that Sara will ever get to read it because where could I mail it? There was no way to reach Sara. The cell phone didnât work with all those mountains around and there was no way to send an e-mail.
So anyway, Amy wins again. No hike. Big surprise.
If only you were here, we could go hiking together and forget about our problems for a while. Itâs so beautiful up here, I could almost be happy. If only we had two less people along.
By the time I rowed back to the boat I had made a decision.
At dinner I told them about it.
âYouâre not going!â Dad said, shovelling in a mouthful of stew.
âWhy not?â I pushed my plate away and glared at him. âI can take care of myself.â
âOh yeah?â Amy piped up.
âAmy,â Patti told her. âYou stay out of this.â
âItâs too dangerous to go hiking alone,â Dad said. âAnd overnight is out of the question. You donât have enough experience. You might fall and get hurt. How would anyone find you?â
Wow! He had a ready-made list. What could I say? Nothing, so I gave him
the look
. It wasnât a huge success since he was staring out the window.
âThis isnât an island, you know,â he went on. âItâs the mainland. Grizzly country. I saw signs of bear near the river today.â
âSo? It was grizzly country where we hiked last year. They never bothered us. Besides, Iâm not afraid of bears.â
âThen youâre a fool!â He leaned back in his seat and glared at me.
âThatâs not fair,â Patti said. âJessica isnât a fool.â
âYes she is,â Amy said.
âAmy! Either keep your mouth shut or get out of here,â Dad snapped.
I grinned. They were both getting mad at Amy instead of me. But Amy knew how to handle it.
She looked up with a lost, frightened expression. âThereâs nowhere to go!â she cried.
I groaned.
âJust be quiet,â Dad