I’m so very happy you liked this. Not the way the story was supposed to get written, but sometimes things go that way. Thanks very much for reading and responding to this.
What a chapter. I feel for Ritchie, it’s hard breaking up. But the progress on CJ and Owen’s house looks good. Hope I get invited to the housewarming. And then the message from Chipper... someone’s going to discover it doesn’t pay to mess with the Squad.
Thank you so much for reading this, and for your comments. Thomson’s story is fascinating, and tragic. You’re right in that it deserves to be better known, along with his work. This tale came from my longtime interest in the tales woven into the history of the North. I’m very happy you enjoyed this.
I’m glad that you found magic on this journey, as I did. This was a truly fascinating time in history, and one which asserted itself in my brain as I wrote. There is indeed magic in the embrace of another. Perhaps someone will recite this around a campfire in the far north this summer or fall; and when that happens, I shall smile. Thanks so much for reading this, and for your response.
Once the first two lines formed, the rest just flowed from the pen. It was uncanny, even if my notes proved unnecessary. I like your idea for Oregon Trail. It would indeed be epic. Thanks so much for making this better, and for your encouragement.
I am so glad you read it out aloud; still happier that the poetic approach didn’t put you off. I may go adventuring in the northern lakes one day myself... thanks so much for reading this.
I will let you decide about what happened. But his muscles were indeed sore. I’m very happy you enjoyed this. It’s a fascinating period in history to me.
I paddled on a northern lake
and mopped a weary brow;
my arms had started in to ache,
the wind blew o’er the bow,
for many miles I had to make
and waves through which to plow.
Far up ahead amongst the spruce
some comfort I might find;
a lean-to built so to induce
the traveler inclined
to rest awhile with loon and moose
if critters he don’t mind.
The northwest wind was not ashamed
to roar agai
Two and a half centuries ago, men ventured into the wild unknown north and west. They trapped and traded for furs, often gone from civilization for months and years at a stretch. This is one tale from what was once called the Inland Empire.
I quite agree with your reaction to Nate, Thorn. He’s actually feeling. Guilt about Kent, delight and anticipation over Tad... One wonders how much he notices that change, and what he makes of it.
For what it’s worth, here are a few of my favorites... but only a few, as I have too many to bore everyone with.
I could double or triple the length of this post...
I enjoyed this chapter. High school party introductions can be incredibly embarrassing. You’ve certainly made that happen here. And the embarrassment is going to linger, isn’t it?