Aaron rides to the cabin with his stepdad, but that doesn't mean he's going to enjoy this little "excursion".
When they are almost at their destination - a small clapboard cabin in the Pacific Northwest - the roads are covered with snow.
They still had two miles to travel, weaving left and right through the snow-covered trees. A plow had cleared the road inasmuch as a driver could tell where the road usually was, but a layer of packed snow remained, covered with a fresh dusting of pure white snow from the early morning. Occasional lights lit cabins from within as smoke trailed every which way from chimney tops. It reminded Aaron of some artwork he had seen at the mall; at the time he had thought it looked unrealistic – fake – but now, he realized, the artist must have set up his easel at this exact spot in order to catch the mood.
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