Monday morning came, hot and muggy, making Brian wonder if their planned hike might be a mistake. Conley thought otherwise, reminding him it would be cooler once they got out of the city. He was correct, although as Brian pointed out, “It’s a long way from real autumn temperatures.”
They took I-119, heading toward Blackhawk, until they came to a two-lane bridge crossing the creek and saw a narrow dirt road on the other side.
“You game?” Conley asked.
“You bet. Who knows where we’ll end up, but it could be fun finding out.”
The road twisted and turned for a mile or more before they saw an even narrower one veering to the right. Conley turned and pulled the car to a stop at the side of the road.
“Now let’s hope we can find it again,” Brian said as they took off on foot into the trees. W
