They drove along Highway 17 which wound its way east through dense green forests between high tree-covered mountains. Morgan rode mostly in silence, feeling a mixture of nostalgia at being close to leaving this beautiful land and perplexity at the unexplainable events that had taken place here.
“Isn’t that one of them?” Nate asked, pointing to the side of the road as they passed through a section where the roadway was cut through the mountain and was now lined on both sides with cleaved boulders. “One of them rock thingies you said Justin was telling you about.”
Morgan looked in the direction Nate was indicating and saw an inuksuk, one of its arms pointing in the direction in which they were traveling.
“Yeah it is,” Morgan said, nodding his head, and turning to gaze at the little rock f
