After circling around the park to get to the other side, Topher and I travelled down the faint gravel road and through the private entrance. We got out of his car and headed briskly toward the open door where a widely smiling Alf stood there. “Hey, Topher, what a surprise!” He stepped back and allowed us inside, closing just the screen door behind us so the occasional breeze would cool me off.
He was quite the tall, dark, and handsome guy for the lumberjack type. “I’m Alfredo, but you can call me Alf.” He shook my hand with a hard squeeze that made me forget to squeeze in return out of social mannerisms. Ouch.
“Chip.”
He gave Topher a rough pat on the back and sported a polite smile. “So, what’s going on, guys? What brings you all the way up here?”
“Just wanted to go on a road trip.” T
