Julia
Somehow during my drive along the white ribbon, I'd gotten off the main road. At least my GPS had kept me on roads. The road I followed took me west of Ashland. That was how I ended up on the outskirts of Van's property. If I would have continued, instead of crashing into a snowbank, I would have reached Lake Superior. Now after accepting Van's offer of exploring the job opportunity, I was following his large black truck northwest from Ashland to the west side of Chequamegon Bay.
The country and land near the shores of the Great Lake were stunning, even with their white covering. Tall trees of all varieties reached up to the blue sky. Though the snow had stopped, the massive accumulation of lake-effect snow now appeared as tall white walls on the sides of plowed roads, ones that w
