The girls had ridden their bicycles all day. They just completed an eighteen-mile out n’ back trail named Sourdough, up along Indian Creek Wilderness, a bit north of Nederland, Colorado.
What a day! she exclaimed; I’m starving.
I could eat at least three burgers, her sister replied. What do we have for food?
Marshmallows. I believe that’s all we packed.
Well, that puts us in a pickle, said her sister.
Just kidding, Dad shipped us out with a true spread: burgers, fixings, and even chocolate cake. All we have to do is fire up the grill.
After dinner, the sun dipped and glowed a radiant starburst orange behind the Rockies. The wind whispered gently through the trees, and the birds and bugs chattered softly.
The girls put together a small campfire to warm their toes and snuggled up right next to each other in their camp chairs, teddy bears included.
They had brought a mix of books with them in the truck to start the evening.
To her surprise, she had found an old-looking book squeezed between some of their favorites. Look at this, she told her sister, one of dad’s books. He must have sent it along with us…
… to be continued…
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