Sunrise came before sleep and the aches in George’s body had not eased. His limbs had grown stiff from lack of slumber, but the morning brought a renewed sense of hope. As the day brightened, he realized that even though he could see, he still had no clue to where he was or in which direction to head. The stream was wider than he’d thought last night, but it curved and he couldn’t tell which way would take him back toward Route 66. He climbed up the bank and wandered through the trees before giving up on finding the highway.
Deciding the creek was better than staying in the trees, he returned to the stream. How long would it be before his parents began missing him? He told them he would call when he got to Los Angeles or somewhere along the way.
I can’t believe it was just yesterday morn
