That Summer
The pleasures and pitfalls of a May-December romance...Brent and I had spent all day traveling through the National Forest, making frequent stops to hike out to various points of interest. We'd seen panoramic vistas, along with rivers and waterfalls. Now that it was almost dark, we headed for the closest small town. At that time, there was no GPS, so we relied on a map for directions. We chose to stay the night at a roadside motel. The rooms were spartan but clean. When we ch...