Exiting 101

Exiting 101, she leaves behind the hum of freeways and trucks and drives into the foothills that lie to the east. Not yet fire season, cows forage with their young on the hillsides. Up ahead she spots a rest area with a picnic table and pulls over to eat french bread and brie. She'd bought a bottle of spiced cider but it had lost it's chill so she drew cold water from the small spring at the edge of the clearing. Ahead the road seems to narrow and she wonders if she'll be able to get through. Like most decisions in her life, turning back is not an option.