Our White Light of Protection
MOM PULLED the big sedan onto the mountain road, scenic Blue Ridge Parkway. From my seat in the back I gazed up at the pines that towered over us. The cliffs seemed to go straight up, higher than I could even make out through the window. We had been driving for nearly three hours, heading back to Florida from a family camping trip in Williamsburg, Virginia.
I looked back at the pop-up trailer we were pulling behind us, our home for the
