Finally, by early afternoon, they reached the top of the trail. They climbed up the last few feet onto a broad stretch of rock and grass with a spectacular view of the lake below them. Joey dropped the bag onto the picnic table that stood to one side, sheltered by the trees. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?”
“It really is,” said Dave, standing and watching the water, the wind blowing his hair. “Don’t get many views like this where I live. Just brick and metal, mainly. Not much of anything pretty. Maybe a tree in an empty lot.”
“Me either, it’s another reason why I love coming out here like this. Come on, I know you must be famished.”
“Famished? Where do you get that vocabulary?” Dave smiled as he came and sat across from him.
“I told you, I watch too many old movies. You don’t want to know how man
