Rain came through the Redwoods in torrents. The water ran down the crusty tree bark and saturated the earth from which the looming giants grew, creating little streams of runoff that carried bits of pine needles and dirt with it, as gravity pulled the agua, et. al. to the edge of the cliff.
It was at the edge of the cliff that she stood, looking up into the falling rain, not minding the fact that there was still a considerable journey ahead of her which would be made uncomfortable in wet clothes. She just stood there, listening to the sounds around her: the rain coming down, the ocean waves that crashed on the jagged beach some 100 feet below the cliff's edge where she stood.
Although she stood there for quite some time, it only seemed as though moments had passed before Neil shouted out her name. "Maryanne," he called out over the sounds of nature, "Get back into the car!"
Snapped out of the trance she was in, Maryanne did as she was told and returned to the rental car parked on the side of Highway 1.
"Feel better?" she asked Neil.
"Sweet relief," he muttered as the engine turned over without hesitation and lurched forward into drive.
The pair settled back into the bench seat, adjusting soaked jackets and pants until both were comfortable enough to complete the drive to Eugene. It would have been a faster route to simply stay on the 5, but there was magic in the redwoods and answers to unasked questions along the coast.
It was about 10 minutes after 9 o'clock at night. The temperature dropped with each mile of striped asphalt that Caprice ate up. Soon the roads were slick with ice an inch thick. No one else was on the road, but for this cold climate pair, a little ice was nothing but child's play.
It was at the edge of the cliff that she stood, looking up into the falling rain, not minding the fact that there was still a considerable journey ahead of her which would be made uncomfortable in wet clothes. She just stood there, listening to the sounds around her: the rain coming down, the ocean waves that crashed on the jagged beach some 100 feet below the cliff's edge where she stood.
Although she stood there for quite some time, it only seemed as though moments had passed before Neil shouted out her name. "Maryanne," he called out over the sounds of nature, "Get back into the car!"
Snapped out of the trance she was in, Maryanne did as she was told and returned to the rental car parked on the side of Highway 1.
"Feel better?" she asked Neil.
"Sweet relief," he muttered as the engine turned over without hesitation and lurched forward into drive.
The pair settled back into the bench seat, adjusting soaked jackets and pants until both were comfortable enough to complete the drive to Eugene. It would have been a faster route to simply stay on the 5, but there was magic in the redwoods and answers to unasked questions along the coast.
It was about 10 minutes after 9 o'clock at night. The temperature dropped with each mile of striped asphalt that Caprice ate up. Soon the roads were slick with ice an inch thick. No one else was on the road, but for this cold climate pair, a little ice was nothing but child's play.
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