“Knowing trees, I understand patience. Knowing grass, I appreciate persistence.”

– Author unknown

“I think we’re going the wrong way.”

“We’re not!” insisted Eleanor. “I’ve been down this road before.”

The road we were on seemed to be getting worse. What had started out as a well-travelled route was quickly degenerating into little more than a cutline. Eleanor was certain the road would lead us to a government-operated ferry that would squire us across the river. As a child, she had travelled the route with her father and was convinced she still remembered the way. Eventually the trail ended at a farmer’s field and the farmer – a gruff-looking gentleman in jeans and a plaid shirt – was b...

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