Our sacred and most amazing moment was cut off by the pony owner who screamed "Thieves! Thieves!" while running towards us in the deep snow — but he was fat and slow, hence Tessa and I outran him but we left his pony at the shores of the ocean, in case he wanted to take it back.
Like teenagers Tessa and I kept running while laughing and looking back to see if the man was after us, she looked at me and just kept laughing. "You are just super crazy, like me..." she said softly while we were on the run.
Along the way we found a small cabin, Tessa suggested we make camp there since it was already starting to get dark.
"Are you sure this place is safe?" I asked looking around the porch of the cabin. It did look abandoned yet not so abandoned, there were dry woods inside the fire place and possibly someone just left and they will come back.
"It's safe enough for tonight, unless you are scared and want to run to Rose Hill in this snow"
