We had a county hunting area about 5 miles from home. In the summer when there was no hunting, we’d either hike or ride our bikes there. The bikes weren’t the variable speed bikes of today (the most advanced bike I had was a 3-speed and that was just before driving). So, we’d leave them at the end of the dirt road and hike. We’d sometimes carry a small backpack and sleeping bag, and stay the night, or, at times, over the weekend. We’d generally have the place to ourselves and knew every square inch of that area (it was at least 1 x1 mile in size). I’d simply tell mom what we were going to do and get a “Be careful” in response.
I love it! “Be careful!” That’s great! Now a days, moms won’t let their kids walk around the block to play with someone or go to school. They have to be driven and picked up. We used to ride our bikes for blocks and blocks trying to get enough kids up for a baseball game. (and I’m a girl!)