Yachats, Oregon
“Where are we?” Marina asked, glancing around her.
Mike pushed down the churning in his stomach and took a deep breath of misty and salty air. He knew exactly where they were—on the beach in Yachats State Park, where this whole adventure had begun. Now the question was, how did he get to his house then into town. Frowning, he remembered that the rangers had a service yard not far from the point.
“We’re on the beach where Charlie and I were before you opened the portal,” he explained, trying to gauge which direction he needed to go in the fog. “There is a ranger’s service yard about a half a mile from here. If we are lucky, we might be able to find a vehicle we can borrow.”
“Is the fog always this thick?” Marina asked, turning when he began to pull her up the beach.
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