Anthony and John got dropped off near Etna, Calfornia. Anthony kissed Virginia goodbye. Virginia got back into the car and stayed parked on the side of the road. She watched John and Anthony walk across the road. Anthony turned and waved goodbye before he followed John up the trial. Virginia prayed for their safety as a tear flowed out and dripped onto her lap. She watched them until they were out of sight. She shook her head. That darn Mushroom scared me with his fictional story about the puma, Virgina thought. He had me going. But he was right about there being no way he could know what John and Anthony were saying to each other on their trek. How does he know that I am thinking this?
The two guys trudged up the mountain and down a slope. When they descened a switchback Anthony yelled, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
John thought that Anthony had lost his footing and then John yelled," Holy sh!" He backed up slowly allowing the rattlesnake to uncoil and slither away. "Don't do that Anthony! If you see a snake yell, SNAKE! not whoa, whoa, whoa." They walked to the edge of the trail and watched until the rattle at the end of the snake's tail disappeared in the brush.
"Don't talk to me once we start walking across the slope," Anthony said.
John laughed. "What are you afraid of? Falling again like you did on the Rae Lakes Loop when Mushroom was trying to point out a rock formation up the slope?"
"It's a good thing there was a bush for me to fall into down that embankment. Otherwise, I would have fallen a long way down."
After Anthony set up his tent near a pond on the side of a steep slope, he walked over and watched John set up his tent. "Do you think that Mushroom will stop scaring our friends and family with his stories?" Anthony asked. "He'll write what every his imagination comes up with," John said.
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