The Hike

Mist moves mountain tops from one peak to another. We are seeking a path our rugged leader lost yesterday. It’s too early for a camp breakfast of stewed coffee and trail mix. After three days of hiking I am longing for city lights, or just a small town with a MacDonald’s. We are a party of five that met just three days ago, new wilderness friends I fervently hope never to see again. Last day, all downhill, just a ways now. We stink. These guys are okay. Driving out, vehicles honk as we take divergent roads. I pass a Macdonald’s, don’t stop, steer into a garage forecourt for some trail mix.