Lansdale - Vanilla Ride @page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILR.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILB.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILI.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILBI.ttf) } 39 I had no idea where we had ended up, but my guess was near where we wanted to be. But that didn’t change the fact that near was not the same as being there, and every tree looked pretty much like the other, and I didn’t see any trails. We wandered around in the rain, damp inside our slickers but better off now with the hoods pulled up and the cold rain not coming right down on us. Ending up again where the boat had come apart, or at least where part of it had been in the tall grass with Leonard, we again saw the foam minnow bucket caught up in the grass, and floating in the water where it hadn’t been before, pushed up in the shallows, was our six-pack of Dr Pepper.
