The Winding Northward Road

by Rambling Writer


Day 68

Sigh.

Mountains.  AGAIN.

I’m at the Macintosh Hills one last time.  They’re pretty much the last obstacle between me and home, but I’m REALLY not looking forward to climbing them.  Don’t know why.  My soreness is gone, and I ought to be able to get through them pretty quickly, but…  I don’t know.  I just don’t feel like it.

Maybe it’s my past experience with them.  Barring the Sierra Neighvada, something bad’s happened to me every time I went through mountains.  And this range is the first place I almost died.  It’s like I’m feeling like things can only get worse from here.  That I’ll set one hoof into the range, and then an avalanche will come out of nowhere and bury me.  And this WOULD be the place that would happen, so close to home.  It’s like when a bad guy goes “Nothing can stop me now!” and then his plan gets screwed up before he can finish his sentence.

Maybe it’s just the travel itself.  Compared to like everywhere else, you can’t really go straight through or over mountains.  You’ve got to find the right path.  Sometimes you can’t find a path, and you’ve got to turn around and find another one.  It’s just so slow.  It starts out pretty, but after a while, it can get samey and tedious.  You can’t really compare how far you’ve gone with the same thing on level ground, and it can be tricky to see how close you are to getting over the mountain.  There’s a railroad track nearby; maybe I’ll just follow that.

I could go around.  But that would put me WAY out of my way, maybe over two weeks, and I don’t want to be out here that long.  If I just do it and go through the mountains, I’ll be home in less than a week, and I’m really looking forward to having a roof over my head again.  Really, the only choice for me is to keep heading straight.

So here I go.  Sigh.

Don’t really feel like writing a limerick tonight.  Stupid, stupid mountains.

Across the great divide
Across the divide
Lies my home.  My destination
Lies my home.  Destination
Is close at hoof.
Is almost achieved.

Didn’t want to feel like I wrote nothing just because of those stupid mountains.