Birch, July 2016
“Did you hear that?” He asked softly, staring over the campfire into the dark forest. We were quiet for a moment, listening to wind whistle eerily through the trees.
“Nevermind!” He laughed. “I thought I heard growling. It must have been my imagination- wait, are you leaving?”
I stuffed my sleeping bag into my backpack and grabbed my car keys. “I saw a hotel at the base of the mountain. I am NOT getting eaten by a sasquatch tonight. Good luck!”