Every morning, it seemed to be a personal goal of his to roll up the tent even tighter, to make it fill an even smaller space. I smiled. “Watch this,” Jason said with a smirk. He slipped the rolled-up tent into the stuff sack like the interior was lined with butter. I stifled my grin while I pull...
She’d given me boots made of supple leather, an enormous improvement over the sandals I’d been wearing. We made our way into the fringe of the woods bordering the beach, thick with pine trees, ferns, nettles, and dense underbrush. Well-worn trails cut through the woods, their paths cushioned by a...