A high-pitched shriek echoed off the canyon walls.
“Relax, honey. It’s just a spider.” John brushed the offending creature off his wife’s neck. “Must have dropped down from the trees.” He laughed at her, and she hit him in the arm.
“It’s not funny!” When he continued to laugh, Andrea stepped from under the overhanging branches and onto the sunny dirt path, dumping her backpack on the ground. “I want to stop,” she said. “I’m starving.”
“Just a couple more miles to the--” He intercepted her glare. “Me too,” he corrected himself. “Starving.”