Chapter Twelve
Jesse
Driving south along the Seward Highway and then along the Sterling Highway, I enjoyed my coffee and a relatively quiet drive. Charlie had warned me sometimes her mother could get on conversation loops, which I didn’t mind actually. I also didn’t mind quiet either.
The view was spectacular along the way. Olive oohed and ahhed a few times as we rounded the curves on Turnagain Arm. The narrow stretch of highway was stunningly gorgeous with mountains rising tall on either side and the sun coming up above them. The sky held lingering bursts of color from its arrival, a soft pink hue coloring the horizon.
Occasionally, Charlie or her mother asked questions about areas we were passing through. When we reached Diamond Creek, I pulled over at the lookout on the side of the
