Chapter 32

They continued farther upstream, commenting on the glorious colors of the turning aspens and oaks, stopping to watch the water cascade over a small fall. It was nearing noon when they came to a place where the stream forked.

“Left or right?” Ansel asked.

Hugh pointed left, so they went that way. The terrain got steeper, the water swifter as a result. When they got to the top of a ridge, they saw a small lake directly ahead of them.

“The perfect spot for lunch,” Ansel said.

Hugh agreed, as the lake was surrounded by a narrow swath of grass between it and the tall pine trees. With the sun at its zenith, it was warm enough to take off their jackets while they ate.