To the recreation area.

After the near miss with the trooper, you defiantly don’t want to try and head for the interstate. And now that your thinking about it, heading into town someone might remember seeing you after news of the escape gets out. Having decided you start heading down into the recreation area thinking maybe you could find an isolated camper or something.

Breaking into another jog, you head into the recreation area, and after going maybe another mile or so the access road splits. Looking around, you see a brown sign with white lettering indicating that picnic area one and scenic view was off to the right a quarter mile up a hill. Also indicated, that to the left is camping area one but that shows a distance of four miles, and up ahead after three miles is a visitor’s center and Dock.

Looking up at the moon you think it’s after 10 o’clock and are feeling the strain.