The three of us walked until it was too dark to see. Then we camped under the trees, woke in the gray light of dawn, and walked all day until dark again.
We did this for four days, and those mountains never seemed to get any closer. We didn"t encounter anything on my grandmother"s map either. We just kept walking through the forest. Sometimes we followed a narrow track, barely a furrow in the ground. Sometimes it was a path worn smooth by countless feet. And sometimes it was a wide road with two grooves worn deep a wagon-span apart.
It would change from track to road to path and back again at random, and nothing about the forest around us gave any clue as to why some places looked more travelled than others.
I had a hunch we were traveling through time somehow. But the weather stayed a
