No more moose crossed their path, and with Billy as tour guide, the chatter in the cab continued nonstop. Fewer than ten miles lay between the town of Castle and the Lodge, so it didn’t take long before the magnificent log structure rose before them. “The highway goes right up to the door…and ends?” An adorable crinkle formed between Heather’s brows. But he only looked for a second. A second near miss would be embarrassing. “What if you want to go farther? Isn’t this on the way to your house?” “Lots of questions.” He turned between two giant pines and parked in the small lot in front of the Lodge. Unlike hotels in most areas, the facility had no need for a parking structure. Their guests came by plane and train. Only locals had access to their own vehicles. “But, in short, the ‘highway’ is the route to the lodge, with offshoots to the homesteads and camps in the area.” “Sure is different up here.” She shook her head and climbed out, reaching into the bed of the truck for her pack.
