Riding down the mountain in the cop car, away from my father and the goat herder life I had been living gave me an eerie feeling, but I was also excited. I had enjoyed many aspects of the mountains, especially my amazing tracker buddie, a Cocker Spaniel named Chelsea. I would miss my freedom, my dad, and living in the beautiful nature of Payson Canyon. I would NOT miss the goats, however, and would be grateful to drink cold cow’s milk from the fridge. I wondered what it would be like to live with another family, in a house, and go to school again. I would be starting school a couple of months into my 9th grade year.
A shaking on my shoulder brought my eyes open an hour or so later, still crouching against the wall, the pricks of pain in my feet telling me they were asleep. Leaving the backdoor of the hardware store where we’d spent the past few hours, a new day brought familiar streets, with more miles to tread.