The farmer waved as the hikers disappeared up the trail towards the highway. “Eighth lost group this summer,” he said.

“Ever get tired of this?” his wife asked.

“Giving folks directions ain’t no trouble.”

“I mean the farm, and never goin’ nowhere.”

The farmer shrugged. “Ain’t nowhere I wanna go.”

This story was based on the prompt “up the trail” at TypeTrigger.