That One Time I Left My Fiancé and Fled to the Appalachian Trail

The Park Ranger parks his truck and steps over to my tent as gingerly as he could in his heavy boots. “Hello? Hey.” I poke my head out and look up to see him sporting the beige uniform of woodsy authority. The light behind him, dappled through the trees, is fading from gold to dark blue. » 5/20/15 3:45pm 5/20/15 3:45pm