Holding onto her own bag, Katelynn nodded, turning this way and that to look up at the tall trees, remembering the forests of Washington where she grew up. The trees weren’t the exact same type but still.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she commented, following after Jack. She tried to avoid the muddy ground as best she could, grateful to have worn thick boots just in case.
The two walked until they came to a small bridge, Jack pausing to peer over the side. It wasn’t deep to where the stream ran beneath it, and he smiled faintly.
“I used to play here.” he whispers. “I’d look for fish, frogs, sometimes faeries.” he admits, looking at Katelynn with a small grin on his face. “Crazy huh? Now, this way.” he points off of the path, and begins to walk over the snow.
Jack Maple 