There was even a small pond that the three of us got to swim in together. Afterward for the first time in longer than I can remember, John got out his guitar. It had been so long that I had forgotten that he even had a guitar. I had a short moment of bitterness well up inside of me when I thought about the fact that he’d been willing to sell our surfing gear, but not his guitar. However that feeling didn’t stick around too long.
While John was strumming out the notes to Stairway to Heaven we began to hear something. I had never actually heard the sound of horses galloping so at first I was feeling maybe a little concerned, but then from out of the bushes emerged two horses with riders.
