Read The Ruins of South Branch Park, Parts 1, 2, 3, and 5.
“The best happened one night when the cops (they always traveled with partners back then) came along their usual routine to roust us out of there, but we were ready with the pit covered with branches and leaves. We hid off to the sides and waited ’til we heard the clanking of keys and some cuss words as one of the cops fell into the hole! We laughed about that one for a long time.”
“Some of us grabbed about a 12 foot long log, maybe a foot or so in diameter, lashed some ropes to it and tied it up between two trees probably 15 feet up in the air like a big swinging medieval weapon ready to sweep lengthwise directly into the oncoming path in the woods—quite a project, really. Next thing you know someone yells ‘here they come!’ and down comes this big old honking log only to knock a mini bike out from underneath one of our guys’ younger brothers. Lucky he didn't get killed!”