City/Country Girl contest winner…

Thanks to all of you who shared your stories during the contest for Sunflower Serenade’s blog tour! Great fun.

The winner of the entire set of Home to Heather Creek and other Guideposts’ books is:

Stina Rose said…

I was born and raised in the country. The summer before I graduated from high school, my grandparents took me on a trip to meet some of my distant cousins who lived in Seattle. These two girls were teen models, and for a week they were sure to let me know that I didn’t measure up to their standards with my hand-me-down jean shorts and Wal-Mart purchased shirts. That was until we went on a road trip to see Mt. St. Helens. The first afternoon on the road, we stopped at a seculded picnic area, nestled deep into the woods. The trail to the tables was long, and damp, nothing like the concrete sidewalks my cousins were used to. The girls fussed the whole way about ruining their expensive sneakers. I had to giggle, there weren’t even any big puddles to wade through. I reached the picnic tables long before my cousins did, and was sent back to make sure that they made it safely. On the way back to meet them, I spotted a large animal track in the on the path. I bent down close to examine the find. My cousins rounded the corner at that moment.

“What are you looking at?”

I didn’t say anything, just waited for them to move closer. The squated down next to me and I pointed at the imprint.

“Looks fresh,” I said. “See how crisp the edges are? It hasn’t been long enough to erode yet.”

The girls look wild eyed at one another. “You mean it could still be close?”

“Appears to be.”

“But it’s so big!”

“It’s huge.” I admitted. “They don’t make them this big where I come from.”

The girls looked around nervously. “Are we safe?”

“I think so.”

“I’m not staying around here to get eaten by a bear.” With one accord, my cousins took off at a dead run toward the picnic area, designer clothing and expensive shoes forgotten.

I looked at the imprint once more time before standing and dusting off my knees. I grinned and shook my head. “I never knew an Elk could be so scary.”

Maybe I should have told them, but then again…

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