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Date Posted: 07:47:04 08/29/00 Tue
Author: Mariah
Subject: The Lightning
In reply to: Robin 's message, "Re: Riders of Rohan" on 12:30:48 08/28/00 Mon

The person hadn't rowed for many many years, but was surprised to find that they had no problem at all in that respect.

We went about five miles up the river, and we again camped in Crucifix canyon where I had seen the four ravens attack and the seven vultures dining on the fish bone.

There, it was as black as ink because the moon had not risen, and the sky had clouded up but because we were under the ancient cave, no rain touched us. To the South a lightning bolt ran horizontal through the crack, then another hit, perfectly vertical to the crack.

As we sat the person sat in the folding chair that I had brought (I had brought a backrest for myself) we watched the lightshow which rumbled off the perfectly vertical canyon walls which greatly frightened the person, us being so close to the water with the potential for giant lightning bolts to strike in the water, but it was more like the Fourth of July than a war.

We turned our backs to the fight, as the bright flashes would explode brilliantly illuminating every detail of our faces, the distant mountains, and the tight confining walls of the cave.

After about two hours, when the light show had passed away, we crept into the tent... But, the person tossed and turned fitfully for an hour while I listened to the plunk of fish leaping towards the sky in the darkness. Suddenly, the person cried "Oh God." and lunged towards the door, fighting to unzip the zipper.

"Are you OK?" I whispered.

A hollow, "Yeah, I'll be alright." echoed from outside.

After a few minutes the trembling voice seemed calmer and I heard, "It's nice out here." I could feel a slight breeze come through the opened door.

I went out to lay on the floor of the cave with the person, and stared straight up with my head in the dust. I could see from this position barely distinct bodies of bats as they returned to the cave after having fed on biting insects.

The person stared at dark crack above, wondering if there would be any falling stars. I said, "I've always found that the best way to see falling stars is to say, "I want a falling star to appear right there." pointing with my finger, and I slowly counted down to 60. No falling star appeared during the time, and I said, "Ah, well..." However, in about one more minute the person was still staring up at the crack and a very slow and slowly moving brilliant streak streamed right where I had pointed.

"Wow, that's the best shooting star I have ever seen!" said the person...

"Yeah, but it didn't appear right when I asked for it." I said.

The person then said, "Yes, but you didn't say it was supposed to be 60 seconds, or 60 minutes."

The person is an athiest because of a brother who is a Baptist.

On the return trip the next morning, we stopped at what I call Echo Cove, where every word you shout returns exactly like it was sent. When I went to land the boat where I normally used to, the shore was unrecognizeable for a time which surprised me. I had to step into the water, in fact, to find the entrance to the site.

While there, a boat-tailed grackle appeared. It was hunting, and seemed to not in the slightest way see us as if were were completely invisible. It was hunting, and it would strike at insects like a cat would, insect taking to the skies before the black bird could catch it. It seemed very intelligent as it peeked and poked at the ground. It circled us, until it was about four feet away. When we left, it came to watch us leave, sitting on the rock.

> > Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn
> > that
> > was blowing?
> > Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright
> hair
> > flowing?
> > Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire
> > glowing?
> >
> > Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn
> > growing?
> >
> > They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a
> wind
> > in the meadow;
> >
> > The days have gone down in the West behind the hills
> > into shadow.
> >
> > Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
> > Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
>
>
> And where is the boy who looked after the sheep?
> He's under the haystack fast asleep...
>
> how was camping?
>

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Replies:

Re: The Lightning -- Robin, 13:10:51 08/30/00 Wed
- Play-for-Play Action -- Mariah, 00:23:09 08/31/00 Thu
- Many Big Gaps -- Mariah, 00:40:29 08/31/00 Thu