Donald Delatorre

The Honeymoon

Twilight crept in slowly over the mountains, the valley below had already began to settle into darkness. Crickets chirped and the birds calls slowed and quieted. "Hey Cyn, we should set up camp soon." Chad spoke calmly. "yeah, you want to turn around and head back the the clearing we saw earlier?" Cynthia said as she halted to point backward. Chad turned and nodded with an approving smile. Together they turned back on the path with Cynthia leading the way back. twenty minutes passed when they finally arrived back at the clearing, Cynthia began unpacking the tent as Chad gathered some dry logs that were fallen just outside of camp.