Chapter Twelve
The Deadfall
After washing up the breakfast dishes in the morning, we load the car. The idea in a timeshare is to leave the place as neat as it was when you arrived. The day’s plan is to drive to Glenwood Canyon, where we’ll hike a mile up a steep trail, Nolan warns me, to get to Hanging Lake, a clear green lake holding on to the side of a cliff, with multiple waterfalls pouring into it. We’re parked behind the hotel, a few spaces over from a dumpster that Nolan tosses a trash bag into.
So here’s what happens. While Nolan’s dumping the trash bag, I riffle around the waist pack that he let me borrow. Besides the main pocket and water holder, I find other pockets, one with change, another with mesh netting, and a last little zippered gem with a Ziplock bag inside that I tak
