There was a woman in front of me on the other side of the stream. She was wearing light washed jeans, a navy T-shirt with an “H” over the pocket on the left side. Her dirty blonde hair was tied behind her in a messy knot at the base of her skull. She had a pink bandana over her head, along with an old camera hanging from her neck. The woman lifted a finger and pointed to the flat rock I was sitting on. “You found my spot,” she stated. Her voice was soft, but strong.
