sitting down on a lichen covered rock and looking out across the valley below them. Her blond bangs were plastered to her forehead and she combed them out of her eyes with the back of her hand as he sat down beside her.
“Oh man,” he exclaimed.
It wasn’t just a great view, it was stupendous. Below them the cabin was just a black speck, and he could see the outline of the logging road they had used to get there as it threaded its way back down the peaks toward the ocean. Fog was still perched over the water, obscuring their view of Vancouver Island in the distance, but he could see across the water and several fishing boats were displayed like trophies on the dark waves.
Lily closed her eyes and breathed in deep. “Listen,” she said, and urged him to do the same.
Reluctantly Shane closed his eyes too and tried to listen for whatever it was he was supposed to hear. At first all he could make out was the internal rhythm of his own heart beating against his chest like a tribal drum. There was a slight ringing in his ears from climbing to such a high altitude so quickly.
Slowly, he became aware of other sounds. The rasping of the leaves on the poplar behind them as a gust of wind cartwheeled up the mountain, carrying the scent of salt and the ocean. Somewhere he also heard a scratching like a chipmunk startling over the rocks. He could also hear Lily’s breathing and realized after a moment that she was trying to match it to his. He smiled in spite of himself and cooperated until both of them were breathing in and out at the same pace.
Suddenly he felt her hand brush his from where it was balance on the rock and his heart raced for a second and he lost the pace. He opened his eyes slowly and saw her small finger overlaid on top of his. She opened her eyes and winked at him.
“Gotcha,” she giggled, “let’s go a little higher. I want to take a picture, but we need a better view. C’mon, get up, get up!”
She pulled out Shane’s camera that he kept in his glove box. It was a cheap Pentax digital, and he hadn’t ever really used it. He’d never had any particular capability with a camera anyway, it was just something that everyone else did, so he’d bought it more out of a desire to fit in than anything else.
“You found it,” he said.
“It’s got some interesting pictures on it already,” she said, drawing out the syllables on interesting , and Shane’s heart raced again.
“Wait, I’ve never even used it,” he said, a little uncertain.
She laughed out loud, her white teeth flashing at him and he realized he’d been had a second time. “Gotcha again,” she said, wobbling her head and racing up the trail.
They stopped again several times as Lily led him further away from the cabin and he started to feel a little apprehensive. She had no worries whatsoever, and he felt like he was suddenly having to take charge of a child. He was certain that he had heard tales about bears and cougars living in and around the area, but she was almost casual in her approach to the possibility of danger. It bothered him, and he suddenly felt like had to be mature.
“C’mon, Lily. We should head back,” he said in his most serious voice.
“Why?” she asked, as if it was a totally foreign concept to turn back.
“Because, we’re in the middle of the woods and have nothing with us. We didn’t bring any water or food, and I’m just trusting you to get us back afterwards. We’ve lost the trail a dozen times already. I think we need to head back,” he