Stacy grumbled a non-response and rolled over.
"Come on. Your father's been looking forward to this all week and the weather's perfect for a hike." The gray clouds overhead promised a cool day, and if they were lucky, rain.
Steve ambled to them and nudged Stacy's foot. "Let's go! I found a spectacular view the last time I was out and I want you to see it."
Stacy rolled her eyes. "Is it as exciting as the mound of dirt you dragged me to last weekend?"
"No, this is like nothing I've ever seen before." He shook his head. "Trust me, you've got to see it to believe it." He peeked up at the sky and smiled at Sheila. "Perfect."
Fifteen minutes later they were finally out the door on their way. Raindrops pelted them as they crossed the field near their home. Dry riverbeds sprang to life, carving new paths through the lush field and carrying branches and discarded junk from those who'd passed there before them.
Steve kicked at a piece of plastic drifting in the current. "I hate to see this. Don't they know how long this stays in the environment?"
The brush grew dense and Stacy slowed to a crawl.
"Don't stop now, we're almost there," Steve called over his shoulder.
"Where's there? All I see is this field and that huge dark cloud."
But that wasn't sky up ahead. What looked like darkening clouds was actually a dark gray wall.
They stopped at the base and waited for Steve to give instructions, but he just smiled.
Sheila gasped. "We're not…?"
"Dad, are you serious? You just made me hike for miles and now you're telling me we have to climb a wall?"
"I'm telling you, the view is worth it." He placed one foot on the wall and pulled himself up. "It's not so bad. Just take your time."
Up, up, up they climbed, until Steve pulled himself over a ledge and looked down at them. "This is it," he whispered.
Sheila and Stacy scrambled to join him, and their mouths dropped open. From their spot on the ledge, they overlooked a vast open space, wider than anything they'd ever seen before. Sheila moved closer to Steve. "What is it?"
Acres of blue grass spread across the horizon, dotted with lush black mountains and strange wooden monuments that stretched the length of the field. A low rumbling in the distance made Sheila take a step back.
Steve sighed. "I had to ask around, but one of the guys had seen something like this before." He looked between them, his eyes shining. "It's a living room."