Tag: Pumpkin Mountain

1.46 ‘X’ Marks The Spot

Clearing the cobwebs and remnants of subterfuge from my mind I studied the materials I’d brought with me – tablet, official map, an unaugmented map, camera, and a manilla envelope (filched from the front desk). I set to work. I decided that specificity was…

1.44 All Roads Lead To Rome

Sarah and Laney (and the boys) were sitting outside on the veranda sipping coffee when we returned. The three of us (and an amused plus two) headed straight into the dining room to snag our favorite flavor of danish before the breakfast bar closed. …

1.42 Ranger Lade’s Pet Peeve

Ranger Lade did not appear to appreciate the interruption (which was a bit rich since I’d bet my eye teeth he’d been eavesdropping). With an eye roll, “Urban legend.” Beatrice looked up from her maps, cocking her head to one side, “Pink Lady? Worried…

1.40 What’s A Rizzo?

Sam’s earnest pronouncement threw both Wood and me. Wood: “The Pink Lady? Is Rizzo going to pop out of the trees and show us the worst thing she could do?”  Sam (perplexed): “What’s a Rizzo?” It took a beat for Sam’s question to sink in. Me…

Rose Gold

No need of rose colored glasses this evening! The sunset over the water was spectacular. Tomorrow, hopefully, I’ll tackle Pumpkin Mountain on my own.

1.38 The Dog House

Wood: “Seriously what were you thinking?”  Me (breathing better now): “Trying to meet you…see the top.” Right then my stomach, feeling an ally near, decided to let loose a loud protest of its own. The traitor.  Wood: “Have you eaten?” Me (trying not to look shifty): “Breakfast.” Wood…

1.37 Switchback

(My view while I ran up the trail.) The steady thrumming in my toes settled back into the familiar pins and needles sensation the farther from the glen I walked. No longer distracted by my digits and not hearing anyone calling my name (calling…