[continued from Hiking with Elizabeth]
The scariest part was when we stopped. Then he stopped. I had my phone in hand, looking at the map. There was a tense moment until he smiled and said, “Y’all lost?”
“Just trying to find our way back to the parking lot,” I said. He walked on ahead, but not before saying, “Turn left at the next trail, then left again at the road. It’ll take you to the parking lot.” He was only pretending to be kind and courteous, of course. I could tell.
But seriously, it was strange how, after he left, my phone started playing a podcast or radio station or something. There were no programs open on my phone other than the map. Freaky. So, I turned it off, then back on, and that seemed to fix it.
Elizabeth commented on how fast the guy was. As soon as he passed us, walking, he went around a corner and was then completely out of sight… until he came up from behind us later!
Seeing me giving him the eye — because Elizabeth was between me and him — he smiled again and said, “I promise, I’m not following you.”
“That’s exactly what an attacker would say,” I joked.
“My knees are too sore,” he explained, “so I walk downhill, and run uphill.”
Likely story. Once we were back at our car, we got in and turned the AC on because we were both sweaty. Driving out of the parking lot, Elizabeth said, “Oh, there’s that guy again.”
“Is he killing anyone?”
We then went to the corner gas station convenience store for an Icee, and it was good.