Rocky Mountain Way
She wanted to be alone, but found something much better
The wind caught Cheryl’s map as she tried to orient herself to the little town. She knew that almost everyone had cell phones with navigation on them, but she still had an old non-smart flip phone; the kind where you had to push the numbers several times to just get one letter when texting. Needless to say, she didn’t text much either. She had pretty much pinpointed her sister’s cabin on the map; her final destination. Sh...