“Maybe we’ll jump out of an airplane,” I said, as we drove down Highway 15. Now that I’d zip-lined, I was a fitness expert.
“Maybe we’ll jump rope instead,” Chloe suggested.
“We’ll know soon,” Dad said, turning onto Tunnel Ridge Road. We saw a man leaning up against an Army Jeep. Dad rolled down the window. “You must be Pete.”
Pete smiled, shook Dad’s hand and said, “Follow me, folks.”
Seconds later we pulled into our destination.