Vacation: Demon Dad

Vacation.
My heart breaks a little each and every time that word is uttered. This summer Tramp and I took a brief but magical vacation.
It was filled wiith beautiful sights

such as pictured above.
And yet even though this is all magical and beautiful the one emotion that clings to me still to this day when I think of our vacation is fear.
It all started on a hot summer afternoon. . .
Tramp and I were at her grandfathers house which just so happened to have sprawling meadows, miles of forests, hunting forts, swamps, you name it. Her grandpa was also in possestion of a golf cart. Tramp and I being the simple beings that we are were constantly preoccupied with the cart. When we weren't watching talking monkeys in the house we were cruising through the acres in that old jalopy. Which is exactly what we were doing when IT happened.
Tramp was driving at a comfortable pace and everything was right with the world, teh breeze blew past and we held a light happy conversation, but then I noticed something. . . It was eerily quiet. Where were the birds? The bugs? The deer?
Then it happened.
"GRAAAAHHHHHH!"
The noise was directly behind us, knee jerk reactions kicked in, Tramp slammed on the gas peddal as we both spun around to see our attacker. Tramps father was right behind us waving his hands and making strange noises the whole time.
In all truthfulness he probably looked like this:

but to me in that moment all my brain showed me was this:

We drove as fast as we could, at that point simply because he was chasing us.
The paths that ran through her grandfathers land weren't complicated in any way so the whole family pretty much knew them like the back of their hands. We were on a path that would led us through the forsest for a while and then have us pop back out into a medow like area. Of course Tramps dad, being on foot could cut through the grass and get there must faster. There would be no way to avoid him. Turning back I saw him stop running and point over to the other side of the trees. He was taunting us, telling us his exactly plan but also knowing we had no way to avoid him.
As he sprinted off to go hide to scare the crap out of us again, Tramp and I had one of our silent conversations that comes from being a brain twin.
T: We can't let him get us again
V: OH DEAR LORD THAT SCARED ME SO BAD
T: Hmm your right we'll have to turn around and try to get him!
V: I THINK I JUST PEED MY PANTS I WAS SO SCARED
T: So what your saying is we'll need to go on foot for the last leg of the journey so that he won't hear the golf cart coming
V: WHY DID HE LOOK LIKE A DEMON?!
T: Alright lets go!
With that we made an ill fated turn that made a large mark in the tall grass on either sides of the path and we were off.
Tramp and I raced to catch up with her speedy dad and finally we caught sight of him. Thanking our lucky stars that he was partially deaf we stopped the car a few yards from where he was sneaking through the grass trying to see us in the forest. Tramp crouched low and moved through the grass right behind her dad. Seeing as I didn't have shoes on I crawled on the shorter grass of the path from a few feet away.
Unbeknownst to Tramp, just a few steps ahead of her hidden by the tall grass was a huge ditch, so when she lept out and screamed "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" she landed inside of said ditch and was not able to climb out in time to stop the following from happening. Her fathers demon face was priceless, he was shocked to say the least. But then a few things occured to both her father and I simultaniously. . .
If we were here on foot...
Then where was the cart?
Tramps dad and I shared a look before the race began.
I jumped up from the ground and dashed towards the golf cart that was sitting still running in the middle of the path. The demon shoved through the grass and was neck and neck with me for a long time. It was unknowable for a time with Tramp screaming at me to run as fast as I could and my heart leaping in my throat. I felt as if my whole life has led up to this moment. I added on an extra burst of speed at the very last moment, slid into the cart and stomped on the gas pedal.
The golf cart lurched forward not so fast at firts but gaining speed. It zoomed past Tramps dad and made it to where Tramp was waiting in the path. She jumped in while the cart was still in motion and we rode into the sunset feeling accomplished and avenged.