Charley was still in the dark about their destination until she saw the harsh, forbidding landscape ahead of them. Barren of plant life, it was a tortuous collection of volcanic rock and solidified lava. “The Craters of the Moon, that’s where we’re going,” she guessed accurately this time. Shad chuckled and reminded her, “I told you it was someplace ‘out of this world.’ “ “That was a rotten clue and you know it.” She poked her fist at his shoulder in a playful reprimand and laughed. Slowing the truck, he turned into the entrance of the Craters of the Moon National Monument. The jagged rockscape flanked the road on either side of them. The colors varied from near black to a purplish gray. Shad stopped the truck in a small parking area along the side of the road. “Come on,” he said as he opened his own door. “Let’s get out and walk.” Charley pushed her own door open and joined him by the front hood of the truck. Almost casually, he reached out and took hold of her hand to lead her onto the rough terrain.
What do You think about The Traveling Kind (1979)?
