He thumbed through the guidebook, flipping it open to a dozen dog-eared pages and pointing. “There’s Snake River loop, Trout Lake trail, Purple Mountain climb, Lost Lake hike. Which trail do you want to do first?”
She shot him one of her are-you-kidding-me looks. “I’m on vacation. I didn’t come out here to exercise.”
After the bison burger and cheesecake at the Old Faithful Inn, she sat back with a smirk. “Okay, I’ll walk. But I’m only doing three miles. Not one single step more.”
Three-quarters of the way around, he froze on the trail, spreading his arms wide to block her path.
“What? What is it?”
She snorted, pushing past him. “No, seriously. What is it?”
Her mouth fell open at the sight of the grizzly grousing at a rotting log. Back-stepping, she whispered, “Who’s up for a three-mile hike back the way we came?”