The shadows were lengthening and the time was only late afternoon.
“Don’t you think we’d better pitch the tent?”
“Sure, Garth. That’s a good idea.”
We’d been following the old logging road for miles and we were miles from anything even remotely resembling civilization.
“This looks like a good spot.” Garth pointed to a place a few feet off the dirt road.
“It’ll do.”
The spot was at the base of two pines. The pine boughs began about twenty feet up. Plenty of room for the tent.
We set down our backpacks. Tomorrow we’d reach the abandoned logging camp. The trek in and out was the hardest part. Lugging all the crap we were carrying.
“I’m getting too old for this.”
Garth looked up from the tent he was beginning to assemble. “You’re the one who suggested the trip.”
“I know. I know. Doesn’t negate that I’m getting too old to go traipsing in the woods.”
The backpacking and hiking was my idea. I thought getting away for a few days with my younger brother would be good for us.
