the trip
The mountain rose on the horizon, sheer rock striking down from the snowy peak. Only the base was softened by the virescence of a pine blanket. An hour ago it had seemed so close, and now after flying down the highway at a hundred kilometers an hour, it was just the same size. Lily was bored with the scenery, no TV, no computer- just two parents and a tent. She'd rather flip those numbers around given a chance...