The Lost Key

I recently enjoyed a week-long trip to the North Carolina mountains to enjoy the scenery and get away for a while.  I normally stay at the same quaint motel and decided this time would be no exception.  The twelve rooms were tucked into a small corner of the town and the time I spent there was both quiet and enjoyable.

Upon my arrival, I was given the room key on a green key fob that simply bore the number “11.”  I usually requested room twelve, but it had already been taken by a couple visiting from Australia.  So room eleven it would be.

On the last full day of my adventure, the sun was scheduled to rise at 7:16 a.m.  I decided early on that morning to go the the nearby Blue Ridge Parkway to try to get some pictures.  Although it was quite chilly that morning, the decision to…