Pines

* * *

 

By midmorning, with his clothes sufficiently dry, Ethan dressed, laced up his still-damp boots, and lowered himself over the alcove’s ledge, down to the base of the cliff.

 

The descent to the river gave him a brutal taste of what the rest of the day held in store, and by the time he reached the bank, his muscles screamed.

 

No choice but to rest, closing his eyes and letting the sunlight pour onto his face like warm water. At this elevation, it was wonderfully concentrated.

 

There was the smell of the dried pine needles baking in the sun.

 

The sweet cold water.

 

The bright sound of the river tumbling down through the canyon.

 

The clatter of stones shifting under the current.

 

The piercing blue of the sky.

 

To be warm again lifted his spirits, and to be in the wilderness, despite everything, spoke to something buried deep in the pit of his soul.

 

Last night, he’d been too tired to do anything but lie motionless on the stone.

 

Now, his hunger returned.

 

He fished the carrots and squashed bread loaf out of his pockets.

 

* * *

 

Back on his feet, he scavenged until he found a pine branch in the nearby grove and broke off one end so that its length suited him for a walking stick. Spent several minutes stretching, trying to work the debilitating soreness out of his muscles, but it was a losing battle.

 

He finally struck off up the canyon at a pace he thought he could maintain, but after ten minutes, the trauma of yesterday’s exertion forced him to slow down.

 

A half mile felt like five.

 

With every step, he was relying more and more on his walking stick for support, clinging to it like a lifeline, like his only decent leg.

 

* * *

 

By early afternoon, the nature of the canyon had begun to change, the river narrowing until it could only be called a stream, pines shrinking, growing fewer and farther between, and those he encountered were stunted and gnarled, dwarfed victims of punishing winters.

 

He was having to stop frequently, now resting more than he was walking, and constantly out of breath, his lungs burning with oxygen deprivation the higher he climbed.

 

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