long winding trails were never meant to be followed, whoever made them did so for their use only. That is what Gillepsie had always thought and knew exactly why he had as he found himself, carless, heading up a similar path to the nearest civilization. He only prayed they weren’t the kind that tortured or cannabalized for a hobby.
How he ended up here had seemed all so trivial only hours before. He wanted to get into town as early as possible and it wasn’t happening if he stopped for gas. Thinking he had enough he kept moving foward…and ended up here. A key point in his life, for Gillepsie now knew that in only moments a climax of some sort in his early adulthood would set the ball rolling for a course of events leading to…well, he hadn’t thought that far yet.