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That weekend in the mountains
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It was a few summers ago — the year and month have blurred, but the weekend itself comes back in pieces. There was no plan, just a paper map and a bag tossed in the trunk, and a vague sense of heading toward the mountains.
The morning began at a diner — somewhere small, somewhere unfamiliar. The portion was generous, a tall stack of pancakes covering most of the plate, and the waitress kept calling me "hon." I think there was coffee, though I'm not sure.
Somewhere mid-afternoon, a trailhead appeared. The lot was nearly empty, the boots were in the back, and the plan to drive past quietly gave way. The mountain didn't have a name I recognized.
The climb took two hours, or maybe three — that detail has gone soft with time. What stays sharper is the long quiet at the top, the kind of stillness that doesn't exist in the city.
The drive back ended at a pizza shop in a small town, where the dough was unlike anything I'd had before — no cheese, toppings I couldn't quite identify. Strange enough to remember. It might have been genuinely good. It might just have been hunger after the hike.
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