"Wanna stop and grab some ice cream before we get to the pack house?" Shane asked, with a mischievous grin stretching across his face. The radiant sunset of the evening seemed to amplify the allure of his suggestion. His words danced in my mind, tempting me with the promise of a delectable cold sweet treat. It was as if Shane had read my mind, knowing that I could use a refreshing break from everything that has gone on in the last 24 hours.
The excitement within me stirred, and I replied, "Sure, that would be great." A wave of relief washed over me, grateful for the unexpected detour that would provide both respite and indulgence. We continued our drive, the vibrant scenery of rolling hills and luscious greenery passing us by. Just as I thought we couldn't venture any further from the pac
