Julia

Somehow during my drive along the white ribbon, I’d gotten off the main road. At least my GPS had kept me on roads. The road I followed took me west of Ashland. That was how I ended up on the outskirts of Van’s property. If I would have continued, instead of crashing into a snowbank, I would have reached Lake Superior. Now after accepting Van’s offer of exploring the job opportunity, I was following his large black truck northwest from ...