Do you remember when we drove through the mountains and you held on so hard to that little handle above the window each time your side of the car faced the edge? In every turn of the serpentine road you made your scared-sound by sucking in air through clenched teeth. You told everyone afterwards how scared you had been and you eyes glittered full of joy every time.
Fragmnet 10: a piece of a rusty car we found along the trail today.
The trail goes on for at least a km in each direction, how did it get here?
We are in sawmill country now.