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|Life is Good (standard:adventure, 1177 words)|
|Author: Alpha43||Added: Apr 15 2005||Views/Reads: 2469/1409||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A simple narration of two friends; their history and the day to day proof of their deep devotion. Be sure to read the last line carefully.|
Life Is Good Life is good. Here I am with my best friend on a lovely afternoon, going for a walk through some of the most beautiful country in all of northern Michigan. The sun is shining, a rarity for February, brilliant deep blue skies, with just a few wispy cottonball clouds. We both just had a fine meal, enough to drink, and our only obligations left for today are to enjoy the scenery and wildlife with each other. The wildlife discovered today might be somewhat limited, because Jeannie has been rambling on for some time now, you can always tell when she is in a good mood. I have heard all of her praises of Mother Nature before, so I can allow my mind to wander, and still appear to be interested in her discourse. She’s ‘Aces’, a better friend would be hard to come by. I hope she decides to go straight at the East Lake swamp. A short trek after dinner is fine, but if she turns left, we are in for a two hour tour that usually includes scratches, wet feet, frozen coats, and not getting back home until well after dark. With these clear skies, once the sun starts to set, it is going to cool off fast. Her nature is such, that if I make a move to take the short route, she will definitely go the long way, with the “can’t you take it?’ and the “Getting Old?” ration of crap. Maybe I should encourage the swamp route, I think I spotted a rip in the seam of her left boot. I always get soaked, so soggy socks for her might make her appreciate my side of these outings. Now, now, one mustn’t be bitter. Jeannie and I have a very special relationship, going back about six years. We both were living in Ypsilanti, she was attending the University of Michigan and I was just existing, without much direction to my life. On a chance meeting, we got acquainted and immediately we both realized that some special chemistry existed between us. She was firm, but kind and gentle at the same time. She did not force me into any decisions, but was always there for me, and slowly I found the missing pieces of my lifestyle. I found that facing responsibility was it’s own reward. Caring about people and respecting their thoughts led me to care about myself. She made me think that this complete reversal of my outlook on life was entirely my own doing. It just wouldn’t have happened without Jeannie. Life is good. Yes, Yes, Yes! She took the quickie tour; I can almost feel the heat from the fireplace now. With a little luck, we can be shaking the snow off in about forty-five minutes. Crossing the edge of the swamp is still a pretty outing, and I believe we spot more birds going this way. Wind driven drifts have a certain beauty out on the flatlands, but marsh protected snow lays in undisturbed piles here in the wetlands, displaying the tracks of the various critters. Dried purple inkberries, black alder catkins, and red cannon and cranberries still hang heavy, and the birds swarm here for easy pickens. Strange, I have not heard the ‘tee tee tee’ of the chickadees for a while, I wonder where they are off to? “I think when we get back home, I am going to wax the cross county skis,” announced Jeannie, “the forecast for the next several...” Jeannie quit talking and she quit walking and after nearly running into her, I looked up and saw why. Wolf. A large wolf was standing in the middle of the trail. Instinct told me that besides the obvious danger we both were in; there was something totally wrong with this event. This wolf appeared to be loner. It did not react to us in a normal way; it remained crossways in the middle of the trail, listless, only occasionally turning its head to look at us. I moved from beside Jeannie, to directly in front of her, putting myself between her and the wolf. A couple of slow and easy steps closer to the beast and I was able to recognize part of the problem. The animal was injured or sick. A healthy wolf is more than I wanted to tangle with, but a diseased or injured animal is unpredictable and like most threatened animals, it will fight to the death. He should have faced us as soon as we appeared. He should have lowered Click here to read the rest of this story (43 more lines)
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