Emily's perspective:
Grant's chosen playlist is a great mix of seventies rock and grungy blues, reminiscent of long days on the trail with Dad. It's the kind of music that makes your body move, in spite of whatever bad day you might have had. As my toes tap the hard floor and finger the sweating bottle of beer on the table, I can't help but think that this has been a day for the record books.
Nearly the whole pack is spread around what Grant called the Clubhouse, a thirty by forty foot room with a cathedral ceiling of white shiplap from which numerous moose antler chandeliers hang about the room, casting a dim light that makes me imagine I'm in some old country bar back in the small town north of The Compound. On one end of Grant's Clubhouse is a full bar made to look like one of those b
