The Road Without a Name

They returned with damp sleeves and a bag of apples they had paid for at the orchard. Sam's best photograph showed Ben laughing at the first bite, not a heroic mountain view.

At the guesthouse, they corrected the old map. Beside the unsafe steps, they wrote a clear warning. Beside the orchard, with the owner's permission, they added the safe path and a note about the gate.

The next morning they walked a different trail recommended locally. It had a name, maintained signs and a view that needed no secret to be worthwhile.

On the way home, Ben asked when they were going again. Nobody promised a grander adventure. They opened their calendars and found a Saturday with enough room for an ordinary road and the time to notice it.