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Elise opened the pickup’s door and got out, scanning the park’s lush green grass, which had obviously been watered recently. A lack of rainfall should have turned it brown by now. The big pond off Highway 33, which ran parallel to Hocking River, was an amazing place to stop and have a picnic. Just outside Athens, Ohio, Elise breathed in deeply and let out a lungful of air. “What a gorgeous place.”
Mike, having driven for three and a half hours into Athens, drove them to the Jeep Centre, where he picked up the correct size fan belt, reached into the back of his truck and picked up the basket. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
With a skip to her step, Elise followed him to the foot of the pond, where he put the basket down. “Here’s the best place. Look at that water, so stil
