Arrival
He wasn't thrilled about shipping his bike across the country, but he knew there was no way he could ride that far. And no way he could get James to ride that far with him, in any case. And the bike was really the only thing they were sending to Montana. Everything else they'd buy when they got there. Greg had his cane, his iPod, his tooth brush, and two changes of clothes in a carry on. He wasn't sure what James brought on the plane with him. He never asked.
He hated flying. He'd loved it as a kid. There had even been a short time when he'd considered following in his father's foot steps to be a pilot. That didn't last long. And now, the take off and landing were hard on his leg. He had to fly first class, and there still wasn't enough room for him to stretch it out properly. He spent the better part of the journey rubbing at his thigh. So in addition to his thigh, his hands cramped too.
They were booked in a lodge that boasted accomodations for up to 15, in nine bedrooms. He knew they didn't need a place that big, but he was drawn to it when he saw th ad on the internet. It was fully furnished, which was a definite plus. He wasn't thrilled about the idea of furniture shopping. Maybe, when they moved into a permanent place of their own. Or maybe he'd just send James to do it.
The sky was unlike the east coast sky. Breathtaking was the only word Greg knew to describe it, and that hardly did it justice. It was gorgeous. beautiful. Stunning. Inspiring. He felt a little smug, as the suggestion to move to Montana ha dbeen his. And so far, he wasn't complaining.
The lodge itself was impressive on its own. It felt like it was in the middle of nowhere, and the closest major town was more than 30 miles away. That would either be good for them, or really, really bad. There was only one way to find out.
He hated flying. He'd loved it as a kid. There had even been a short time when he'd considered following in his father's foot steps to be a pilot. That didn't last long. And now, the take off and landing were hard on his leg. He had to fly first class, and there still wasn't enough room for him to stretch it out properly. He spent the better part of the journey rubbing at his thigh. So in addition to his thigh, his hands cramped too.
They were booked in a lodge that boasted accomodations for up to 15, in nine bedrooms. He knew they didn't need a place that big, but he was drawn to it when he saw th ad on the internet. It was fully furnished, which was a definite plus. He wasn't thrilled about the idea of furniture shopping. Maybe, when they moved into a permanent place of their own. Or maybe he'd just send James to do it.
The sky was unlike the east coast sky. Breathtaking was the only word Greg knew to describe it, and that hardly did it justice. It was gorgeous. beautiful. Stunning. Inspiring. He felt a little smug, as the suggestion to move to Montana ha dbeen his. And so far, he wasn't complaining.
The lodge itself was impressive on its own. It felt like it was in the middle of nowhere, and the closest major town was more than 30 miles away. That would either be good for them, or really, really bad. There was only one way to find out.