Greyson hefted his hiking pack as he walked up the steep trail. The tour guide was rambling on about local animal and plant life while the rest of the recreational hikers tramped around the area talking and laughing. The hiking spot they’d trekked was halfway up the mountain and many families were seating their children at wooden picnic tables while cameras were retrieved from bags.
He didn’t pay any attention to the activity around him as he slipped away from the others and into the underbrush. In one hand he held a small map of the trails that the guide had given him earlier. A narrow trail led up and over the nearest hill, halfway between both Walnut Springs and Elk’s Pass. After a quick glance over his shoulder to see he wasn’t being watched, he trotted up the trail. The sun was alrea
