Continental Divide Trail – April 23, 2009 I stood staring out into the dreary, grey morning with my pack slung
He let me know in no uncertain terms that I was in HIS territory.
This was probably the first time, I realized this trail was different.
She shifted the end of the gun away from me, as she looked me up and down, frowning slightly. I dropped my pack, to close the top, and her frown deepened as she appeared to become more irritated.