The creek was down quite a bit, but David had to work his downstream almost a mile before he found a safe place to ford. It was almost nightfall when he reached the point where he left his truck. The wind had rolled it down the side of the hill. The shell over the bed was partially crushed, but it was mostly dry, and David was able to sleep dry that night. The next morning David started working his way down the mountain, mostly following the fire road he had taken on the way up. When it joined the highway, he continued west. By that afternoon he reached the junction where his friends plan to stay at the Creekside Motel. There was nothing left but the foundations. During the Event the creek had become a raging river, and washed it all away. He hoped that they had not stopped there, but a mile downstream he saw Jason’s crumpled truck wedged against the hillside. He checked inside the cab, but their stuff was not there. Deep down he knew that they had not survived.
