Even in the middle of the afternoon, the base of the mountain below Twinspire Chapel was busy with visitors. Tour groups moved in loose clusters along the path, and a full coach had pulled in just ahead of them, unloading several dozen tourists with cameras and sun hats. Against that backdrop, a group of eight moving together didn't draw a second glance.
Evan had his phone out before they'd taken twenty steps, angling it up at the temple roofline visible through the trees. "Okay, this is strange," he said, half to himself. "I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that you can drive up this mountain. Multiple travel blogs said so. So why are we walking?"
Howard pointed at a white sign posted near the trailhead. "It says right there. Rain the past few days. Road surface is slippery, no vehicles a
