Neon Skulleton and a Mean Moose have a tense encounter at a crepuscular Pond.
CLOSE-Out Clip —
On the contemporary Roll of a bleak future, A bro-migo has dismal prospects in the Flatland Existence of a Golden Valley. Time is a grind, he’s running behind, and the high elevation of Mon-Tucky Wildlands was a brutal toll. He finds some Grit to get through the day—a mean Moose prepares you for any crappy boss.
Exceprt from the Big Sky Showdown —
“…Crisp air hit my nostrils, and the trees breathe purity.
That dilapidated truck always takes a few attempts, but ain’t missed a horizon-line, yet—five turns, and benedictions, and the engine rumbled. Stopped at red-light despair, the cadence of an electric-cowboy tune, combined with the putrid scent of pristine death—a squashed cat, all nine lives spent—shoots me to an old scene, like a shotgun to the memory glands.
I’m gettin’ out of an effaced rig of neon green, yanking on my pack-of-a-house, and it’s too heavy for my neophyte back. I’m gone, there’s trail to tromp, the inclines take you out and into the infinite nowhere…”
— The Razor Magazine
Depth of the Dispatch —
I worked for the MCC (Montana Conservation Corps), back in 2009, My third year of service in Americorps. I worked on a backcountry trail Crew. we’d be out in the woods for 3-4 months at a time; clearing trail, repairing wrecked trail, and constructed new trail for recreationtists to enjoy the splendor of the great Outdoors.
Well, it’s been some Years since I took a shit in a hole on a hill side, every day. I was having a crappy day, I was going to a job that felt like the universe relished my Botched progression into the later years of Adulthood. Days built the same, so You go insane. These moments always make me drift off, and reflect about those hard trails days.
You might walk 10 miles just to get your work site. The Rugged Mountains were hallowed, jagged peaks, like the beauty of wild fangs. You think you got it bad, but you’re not starving, for a third day because the resupply is delayed, and you get to sleep in a bed, now, every night, and old, onery Chihuahuas are easier to deal with than wolves, Bears or Mean, terrortorial Moose.
Story —
Read, or Listen, to the full, unabridged story over at the Razor Magazine
[https://therazormag.com/articles/big-sky-showdown-at-the-little-pond/]
