Ice Cream

26 July The boys backpacked 20 miles. Anthony sang the Lava song again. He tried unsuccessfully to get John to sing with him. He suggested one song after another, but John wouldn't sing along with Anthony. 
The following day they went 23 miles and almost made it to Crater lake. Just before they found a place to camp, they spotted a young couple walking toward them. Anthony stopped and waited for John to catch up. "Can you tell what they're eating?" he asked. 
John leaned his head forward and squinted. "They're eating ice cream cones," John said his eyes opened wide. Where do you ice cream cones in the backpacking in the Oregon mountains?"
"Did our GPS take us off the trail?" Anthony asked. They both checked their tracking devices. 
"No. We're on the trail." When they ran into the couple they asked where they got the ice cream cones.
"There was an ice cream truck parked in a parking lot where the highway intersects the trail," the young woman said. 
"The ice cream man was giving free ice cream to anyone carrying a backpack," the young man said.
 "The highway can't be far," Anthony said."Let's hurry." They picked up their pace and headed for the highway. But when they got there, no ice cream truck was in sight.
John looked at his tracker. "We've gone 23 miles today. Man-oh-man, an ice cream cone would've tasted so good."