Drops of Sunshine

Even though my GPS and phone signal had ended five miles back, I found the road for the turn off to the camp. Creeping along the double rut path, I wondered how anyone could send their kids there. There’d been nothing but farmland and rolling hills for miles. Then, I entered a forest so thick with trees and underbrush it looked like an alternate realm. I checked the mileage on the truck’s console to make sure I hadn’t missed the three mile point.