Holler had big plans this weekend. Real big. Written nowhere. Remembered by no one. Saturday started the only way Holler knows how — coffee strong enough to stand a spoon in, boots by the door, and the confident announcement that he was “just gonna run out for a bit.” Nobody’s seen that line end well before. Ten minutes in, Holler was already off-route. A road he’d driven a hundred times somehow felt different , so obviously he followed it. That led to a trail, which led to a