The unzipping sound of a tent flap in the darkness was the first sound of this early morning. I stumbled out into the cool, fresh
The unzipping sound of a tent flap in the darkness was the first sound of this early morning. I stumbled out into the cool, fresh
Excerpt from my book, “On the Trail of the Last of the Mohicans” “Somewhere up on the Blue Ridge Parkway.” Hmmmm … by that time,