A few minutes later, I spotted Cee and Zach on the trail again. Lucas was just behind me but I never talked to him, neither did he. I was still spooked by his mind talking. . . if it was real. We were walking in complete silence, unlike Zach and Cee who seemed enthusiastic about the whole thing. Cee was leading the way, being an actual guide, spotting out each and every tree we crossed. We took a break when we reached the Balch creek.
"This . . ." Cee pointed to the running water, "is the Balch creek."
