I am walking along snow-packed path through the woods with Darchelle and a friend when I decide to
return to the car so I turn around and head back towards the parking lot. Before I get there I
encounter a section of the trail which is not packed out but instead has only a set of tracks where
someone has post-holed through the snow. As I prepare to line up my feet with the tracks a man
comes up the path behind me. I think it is Tim but I am not sure so I let him pass me, figuring
that I will recognize his long strawberry-blonde hair if it is Tim. As I thought, it is he but
there are bare spots on the back of his head where patches of his hair have fallen out.
I follow Tim back to the parking area where my olive-green Subaru is one of only a few cars parked
in the snow-packed lot. When I see the car I realize that I cannot get into it because Darchelle
has the key so I join Tim at his car, which looks exactly like mine. We stand outside his car with
the doors open and talk some while we wait for Darchelle to return but our conversation is a little
tentative, as if we are not quite comfortable with each other.