They were approachable, not majestic and lofty like the pines, and they smelled sweetly wild, and best of all they afforded some protection from the bitter wind.

Carley rested better than she walked.

The huge sections of red rock that had tumbled from above also interested Carley, especially when the sun happened to come out for a few moments and brought out their color.

She enjoyed walking on the fallen pines, with Glenn below, keeping pace with her and holding her hand.

Carley looked in vain for flowers and birds.