It took Ross another ten minutes to get to the top. He leaned over and placed his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. He stiffly straightened and wiped a hand across his sweaty brow.
God, I hate stairs, he thought.
Placing his hands on his lower back, he looked around. There was a path that led into the trees. He winced when he turned, his aching muscles protesting all of his recent physical activity. From the view at the top, he could see that beyond the water falling off the edge of the world, it looked like the whole damn world was floating on a cloud.
“Where the hell did she send me – the top of the beanstalk?” he muttered.
This was crazy! He ground his teeth together and adjusted his sweater and jacket. He scanned the path ahead of him. He would follow it, but he sure as hell w
