North of the Gate the forest gets thicker. The sea gets wilder. The wind whips harder. North of the Gate turns prehistoric, turns Land Before Time, turns land of the redwoods, mystic and magical. The trees collect moss and look like ancient, hairy arms of giants. North of the Gate, beasts lurk the woods and waters and from his cozy home in San Diego, many miles south of this land, Derrick Disney was awoken form his sleep by a low, nearly inaudible, subtle roar. Bleary-eyed, he stared into the darkness of his room but he knew the sound wasn’t from within. It was far away and it was one of two things: The roar of the wild surf north of that big red bridge, or the roar of a brown bear lumbering somewhere in those redwood forests. Perhaps, it was both. He listened closely and the roar whispered, Drive, boy…drive…
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