Chapter 43: 'Till Next Time

  The smooth stones felt great on the pads of his feet as Dillon waded out of the water towards his backpack. They didn't bother to pack more than one towel since it was so hot, but Dillon was glad they decided to pack it at all so he could dry his hands and check his phone. It was almost five in the afternoon so they had made good time. There was only about another mile to the end of the trail, and it didn't start to get dark until close to eight. They had decided that Tony and he would go their separate ways together and cross over to the second trail across the creek, and Kat and Co. would turn around and follow the main trail back.