“Uh, no, I’ve never skied.”
“Oh, you don’t know what you’re missing. I just love it.”
“I run into enough large objects at slow speeds, thanks.”
She laughed.
“Uh, where is Logan? I’m not sure exactly what route I need. Is it on this highway?”
“You are lost, aren’t you? No, we take this for quite a while, and even cut through the southwest corner of Colorado before getting back to Utah. Then we switch highways a few times to get on 1-15 north. I drive this a lot, going home and back, so I have it memorized.”
“So I see.”
“I’ll let you off at Salt Lake. Just tell me when.”
“Okay.” I knew it was still a long way off. “You’ve been driving all night?” I tried to sound casual, but I was concerned. If she was as tired as I was, we were both in trouble.
“Oh, yes. I got into an argument with
