INTO THE MOUNTAINS WITH MOTHER OLD GROWTH, by Christian RileyShe drove like a woman heading to her husband’s funeral, hit the dirt road off the main highway at a snail’s pace then began limping over washboards, dragging their Subaru Outback into a canyon of ancient trees and countless ferns.
Kevin didn’t mind the slow crawl up the hill, and to the trailhead. He was having second thoughts about his plan, though he had told himself that this would be the case. He had prepared for such mental detours, and promptly focused on the steps he would need to take to get through his first night.
“I still think you’re crazy,” Vanessa said. Her voice was a reed instrument and her eyes shimmered like wet glaciers, cold and blue. “What if you get lost?” The question was insignificant at this point, ask
