Hidden Spring
A crisp breeze heavy with the scent of pine rolled in from the jagged peaks to their front. They looked to each other, then back to the gorgeous peaks to their front. In his backpack he had a little food to eat along with a bottle of fine champagne and a large thick blanket. The morning air was warm and alive as they set out up the trail to their front. They set out at a brisk pace towards a secluded place he had heard of some two hours hike ahead of them. She thought they went up for a...