Chapter 6
Trevor managed to stop himself from grinning ear to ear until he walked out the broad barn door of the Maple Ridge Maple Barn.
The town itself was absolutely beautiful, perched high up in the mountains, totally surrounded by a ring of massive, gnarled old maple trees. An unusually high number of expensive and varied shops lined the charming main street full of well-maintained brick buildings.
Maple Ridge managed that kind of prosperity way up in the middle of nowhere thanks to those maple trees, and to the carefully antique barnwood design of the maple barn itself. The place was a spectacular display of touristy kitsch, with every cheap souvenir and useless trinket and embarrassingly hillbilly cliché he could imagine.
He’d just been treated to a fascinating tour of the real g
