The Forest
The Forest “Hey, Marshall!” Cody exclaimed. “Let’s go, man!” They were running behind schedule this morning, they meant to be on the road by 8… it was 9:30 a.m. “I’m coming! Just have to grab my hoodie.” Marshall raced to his truck. Before opening the door, he took a glance at it. “Dang, I’m good,” he mumbled to himself. Marshall was a mechanic and restored his 1973 Chevy after buying it from a junkyard. He opened the door and grabbed his favorite olive hoodie from the seat. “‘Bout time!” Cody said. “Yeah, yeah. You remembered your boots this time, right?” Marshall poked back. “Yeah, I got ‘em.” Cody fired up his truck, which Marshall fixed up and gifted to Cody, and they finally started down the road. It was a long, beautiful drive to the trailhead. “Hey, did ya hear about the funny stories goin’ ‘round town about this trail?” Cody asked. “Nope, I’ve been nose to the grindstone recently,” Marshall responded. “Aww, man! The old timers are...