Eventually he reached the place where it narrowed to nothing. He knew there had been a path climbing higher up the mountain, but it was gone, now, and had been for…Hell, twenty years. Now I have to figure out where it went, way back then.
He took the compass from his backpack, as well as a small knife that he would use to blaze his trail so he’d know how to return to the car. Whether he found the house or not, he definitely did not want to get lost. He thought, if memory served him, that when he and Nicola had made their first foray up the now nonexistent trail, it had been a fairly straight if difficult bike ride. Of course, after the storm had washed it away he hadn’t had any luck figuring out where it had gone, but he’d been young then. Now, he was a fairly seasoned hiker—and had the c
