Chapter 9
Gage stepped around a boulder on the trail as he walked alongside Don. Gage had finished painting this morning and headed up the ski trails to see how Don was faring. Don had shown up at first light with fresh coffee from Misty Mountain Café, which Gage had come to learn was a local favorite for coffee and baked goods. Gage was beyond relieved to have Don’s expertise on handling the trailside of running a ski lodge. Don had spent the morning checking the condition of the trails and ski lifts.
The air held a bite with sharp gusts of wind cutting through the trees. When they reached an area where the trails intersected, they finally paused. Gage turned and looked down the trail. The sun was high, wispy clouds moved quickly across the sky. The mountain range across the bay was ta
