Michelle dug her hiking pole into the gravel road and came to a stop under the canopy of oak, Tibetan cherry, and rhododendron. She’d been hiking along this winding road through the forest for the last hour and a half. With every step she’d taken since leaving Syange, she’d found something new to dazzle her eye. Snippets of the grand, snow-covered mountains in the distance peeked through the trees shedding their leaves, long stone walls with engraved Tibetan writings on them, which Orson called Mani walls, and of course the ever-present prayer flags that hung in the clacking branches overhead.
Adam would have been in heaven here, and she could almost see him standing beside her. Suddenly, she felt her heart quake with the thought, and she tucked the vision away in a secret part of her hea
