Chapter 4It was after dark and Lauren sat out on the unlit porch of the big log house, no wiser than she’d been this morning. And no closer to leaving for New York, which surprised her. The Adirondack chair was big enough for her to slouch in. The wooden slats were more comfortable than she’d expected, but she was looking forward to the queen-sized bed tonight.
Between the jet lag, sleeping out under the stars, and the volleyball game, she felt pleasantly wrung out—without going for a 10K run. It would be tough to do that in The City. Central Park had a 10K outermost loop, but it was almost impossible to really run it between joggers, walkers, moms with strollers, horses, and all the other noise. Out here she could choose a direction and probably run 50K without bumping up against much of
