“It’s not much of a path,” Teena said, looking up the steeply winding trail. “And I don’t know why anyone would want to use it to get to this cove. It’s much easier coming up the beach.”
“But someone’s been using it,” Eddie said. “See how the ground’s stirred up. I can’t figure why anyone would want to land a boat in this cove, then climb up and down that bluff before going fishing. Can you?”
“Guess not,” Teena admitted.
“Might be worth finding out,” Eddie said. “Come on.”
“Where?”
“Up the path. I’ve never been up top. Might be something really worth seeing.”
“I doubt it,” Teena said. “There used to be some fishermen’s shacks up top. But I don’t think anyone lives there any more.”
“Just for kicks, let’s see,” Eddie insisted, starting up the winding path.
The dirt of the bluff was sandy and soft, making hard climbing as it shifted and slid underfoot. It took them several minutes to climb the slanting palisade which was only some seventy feet high.
“Phew,” Teena said, after they had scrambled up the last few feet. “You sure get some wild ideas, Eddie.”