Walking past your father you mention you’ll be in the tent, he nods and continues to focus on the fire that’s slowly starting to dim, as the evening has set in you grow hungry, “should’ve eaten an hour ago” you mutter just out of earshot.
Casting an eye back as you stroll past the tent and grab the phone off your backpack.
You somewhat quietly make your way down a short drop to the edge of the river, it’s narrow in places, with some large boulders, and a few swampy areas on the other side maybe some frogs are still around if they haven’t gotten too cold, this is a great spot in the summer but the waters less than inviting in the fall, still you decide to chuck a few stones, and think back to early that day, how your dad had skipped a stone clear across the other side of the river and insisted on explaining how it was done by ”holding the perfect stone just so, just right” you decide to skip your own and start searching by the light of your phone.

🍂In progress gtg to bed 🖤🍂