“Our hundredth day on the trail will be coming up in two days,” I said, waxing nostalgic. I couldn’t help but think of how the mountain passes and alpine views had become a part of me. My hips and swollen feet held onto those memories.
The trail cut through hardwood stands, ranging in size from struggling saplings to stately matriarchs. The maples and Virginia creepers honored the first days of October in brilliant red hues.
Shairi left this Post It note message behind for all the supporters of the Veteran Artist Residencies nonprofit. Thank you all. -Nate
“Ohhh,” she shrieked, clapping in excitement and raising up on tippy toes. “I’m so excited for you! Now you boys just go up to your rooms and enjoy your pizzas and that Yuengling. I’ll let your dad and uncle know where to find you,” the owner of the Doyle restaurant and hotel said.
We sat in the shade at the edge of a highway-side scenic parking area. A warm breeze rushed out of the valley below, evaporating the sweat on my shirt. Dylan eyed the passengers of a car as it parked and said, “I can always tell, trust me.”