"Good-bye to what?"
"To the mountains."
So it was arranged, and they set out on their last climb. The weather was uncertain but Bob would hear of no postponement.
"It seems as if we had always spent our days like this, as if we always would," she said as they rode.
"But you wouldn't like that."
"Probably not."
As the day wore on and they went higher with each mile, clouds began to gather, and thunder rumbled far away, then nearer.
"Goin' to git a storm," said Bill.
"Good! That's the one big thing we haven't had in the way of experience," Bob answered.
"Yer goin' to git it."