Cheryl off on the shuttle at 7:30, laundry, washed motor home, bowled at lake side, then again under the lights at Oakmont.. Home by 9:15, along day.

 Very soon they entered a forest of pine and the road turned into a torturous sinuous climb.  After about twenty minutes they suddenly broke out onto what appeared at first to be a plateau but was actually a large bench on the mountainside.

 Elena drove along for a short distance then pulled onto the shoulder of the road.

 Marsh had seen many scenic sights in his travels but this one was one for all time.

 The highway could be seen here and there in the wide valley they had left.  Across the valley another range of hills rose up only to be replaced with a higher range, which in turn gave way to more mountains, and finally towering perhaps fifty miles away was the peak of Mount Popacatapetyl glowing gold in the light of the beginnings of the setting sun.  Above the mountain a stream of lava-heated air rose for thousands of feet more.  They watched in silence as shadows marched into the valley below them and slowly started to climb the forested foothills.

 Elena touched his arm and gestured over his shoulder and there at the upper edge of the mountain bench the sun’s rays reflected from the windows of a small cluster of buildings.

 They stood there for a few moments more then with no words being spoken walked hand in hand back to the car.