We pulled in to the County Line parking lot and let the dogs out to run. It was the first snowy weekend in November and lots of people had come up to cross-country ski and/or snowshoe.
We didn’t ski all that long, maybe an hour around the Dog Trail. Back at the parking lot, we opened up the back of the Sequoia, climbed in, and had some black bean and corn salsa with chips.
Looking out the back-end, I said, “Gosh, to think that last year the highway was right there.”
We were all thinking of last season. Not November, January.
"Two people were just hit by a car,” a guy said. He nodded his head toward the end of the parking lot. “They were killed. Just five minutes ago.”