The bottle was nearly empty. Craig lifted it over his head and poured the remaining water onto himself in order to cool from the blistering Yellowstone sun. Today’s hike from the trailhead to the southern end of Shoshone Lake will take him four hours. The heat may add more time as the weight of his pack along with his guitar make it tougher on him physically. The well-worn trail leading to the country’s largest lake not reachable by roads is a wildlife photographer’s dream. Elk, bison and even a porcupine have watched the solo hiker with caution as he walks past. A Clark’s Nutcracker sat high in a lodgepole as if he was a sentry. His echoing call a warning for his fellow feathered friends of the impending intruder. The mosquito population grows as he reaches the northern end of the lake. Half way to camp.
Craig makes a quick stop for water and to rest his weary legs before returning to the trail. This is not unfamiliar territory to him. He spent his summers while in college working the restaurants at Old Faithful. He was, prior to arriving in the park, a heavy drinker and drug user. A television junkie and struggling college student on his last dime. A chance conversation with a female in a creative writing class planted the seed for him to work his summers there. So in May of 1985 he shot his last dose of heroin into his arm and boarded a Greyhound bound for Livingston, Montana. Forty something hours later, as his feet touched the beautiful Yellowstone soil, he knew that nature would be his cure. There was no explanation of the power those surroundings were to him. The breathing taking peaks and scenic cold streams did what rehab and alcoholic anonymous never could. The back-country and his fellow summer seasonal employees became his rehab. The park was his sponser. The park gave him life. A week after his arrival he journeyed to this very lake with a group of employees he barely knew. In truth, that was his first taste of nature sober. He hid the physical withdrawals he was suffering from his fellow campers and relished life in the now. Craig realized he was a changed soul.
So twenty-five years later he closes in on the same campsite he visited those many years before. Still single he sold his home of fifteen years and emptied his savings. He traded in his new Camry Hybrid for a ’64 Beattle and resigned his job at the nuclear power plant. All these years the powers of Yellowstone beckoned him. With his car loaded with only a small backpack, his guitar inside its stickered carrying case he returned to the land that once cured him. He was to change his profession to writer.
He reaches the campsite physically exhausted but exuberant. His body was not adept to the strenuous hike as it was those years ago. Yet he had satisfaction in knowing that on this trip his physical suffering was fatigue and not withdrawing from demons that once controlled his life. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a six-pack of coke and placed it into a mesh bag. He strolled to the edge of the cold lake and place his drinks in natures very own cooler. His shoulders hurt from the straps holding the weight of his pack. The sweat on his back was cold as a small breeze blew across the lake. He spent the afternoon setting up the his home for the next week. He set up his tent, gathered wood and hung his food on the bear pole nearby. After a quick nap he returned to the edge of the lake with pen and paper in one hand and guitar in the other. He sat comfortably on the beach using a log as his back rest and tuned his guitar. Alone, he played and sang a beautiful rendition of The Grateful Dead’s “Friend of the Devil” as if the lake was his audience. Afterwards a mountain chickadee sang his song. Perhaps a response to the music still echoing through the forest.
For Craig, nature was around him. As he listened to the chickadee singing, he knew this was his new beginning. Just as it was for him years before. This time it’s a life of creativity and words on paper to share with the world.
This is fiction written for the speak easy at yeah write #97.
I love this!
TY. So glad you enjoyed my foray into Yellowstone.
Returning to nature — a powerful way to reconnect with one’s spirit.
I agree…and a healthy way as well. Thanks for commenting.
Nature – that is how I always heal myself, too.
Nature is rewarding on so many levels! TY for dropping by and joining my hike in the woods.
Just lovely! I felt like I was on the hike with him. Really makes me wish the winter was over… Great take on the prompts!
Thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it tremendously.
I really love all of the nature details in this piece! I used to be an avid birder so I’ve seen Clark’s nutcrackers and chickadees before 😉 although I’ve never been to Yellowstone.
The CN is a bird vital to YNP’s ecosystem. Nice to have a birder reed my hike in the woods!
I love the nature imagery in this piece, but I wonder if you could do just a little bit more show and a little less tell.
I love critical feedback! I absolutely do. If you could expand on your statement a little for me I would appreciate it Bee. 🙂
OK, here’s an example: “The heat may add more time as the weight of his pack along with his guitar make it tougher on him physically.” Instead of just telling us that the extra weight will make it tougher on him, show us — give examples. Something like, “The heat may add more time as the weight of his pack, along with his guitar makes his shoulders ache and his feet…something.” lol I hope that makes sense.
Great example and it adds to the image I want you to see and feel. It’s a simple story, a few hours with someone hiking/camping. And thanks for being brave to give constructive criticism. I appreciate it. TY
You’re welcome. And I know it’s hard with word counts and all.
It is.
Yellowstone is such a beautiful place; I love it. I really enjoyed the imagery of the piece and I wished I were in your character’s hiking boots, out there resting against a log playing “Friend of the Devil” on my guitar. I could see it, hear it, smell the campfire. Peace and bliss.
It’s a great song to play! Glad you enjoyed the hike. 🙂
I love the imagery . . . . and I love how Craig has used nature to change is life again. Wonderful story!
Thanks Dayle…so happy you enjoyed it. TY
Enjoyed this and the sense of hope and purpose that it conveys.
Thanks Sandra. Just a little hike in the woods for inspiration.
Its amazing what a prompt will bring out of a person’s mind. Thanks for the romp in the outdoors and a nice story to boot.
Glad you enjoyed the hike! TY
I hope Craig’s guitar case with stickers has a Plan B in it. Pretty sure that nuclear power plant was going to pay a lot better.