CHAPTER 10
Moments later, I was lost in a condo maze. Despite the curving roadways’ fanciful names—Sweethearts’ Summit, Lynx Lane, Mogul Avenue, and Snowcone Court—all the houses were painted monotonous tones of gray or beige, and featured yards piled high with identical mountains of snow. I was baffled and frustrated, as I hadn’t yet mastered crucial details of driving the Rover, including how to signal. After fifteen minutes of winding around in search of Arthur’s condo, I whipped the Rover onto a new, unmarked roadway and searched for clues to my whereabouts.
Arthur had said he lived on Elk Path. Bouncing along the snow-pocked street, I saw signs for the Elk Ridge Nature Trail and Picnic Area, and followed them to a parking lot. I wound between day-skiers unloading equipment from the
