“I’ll go get the next one,” he said, out of breath.
Tim motioned his acknowledgment and continued pushing the box toward the cabin. As he reached the threshold of the step, he awaited Peter, who carried the second ramp. Peter, now hopelessly out of breath, sat down on the first step.
“Just let me rest a moment,” he whined.
Tim took the respite to look around the cabin. He peered across the isthmus to the other twin, Lake Mary, just through the trees. The autumn colors of the leaves that remained, clinging to the branches, swayed in the gentle breeze. The cabins dotting the shore appeared populated by young urban professionals, judging from the relative youth of the passersby.
“Tim,” said Peter, as he finally began breathing regularly again, “one of the more striking features of th
