“Wistaria”
Posted by fictionforum on August 8, 2008
June 5th 1975
Hiking Journal
Finally! I am at the Broken Glass Mountain Range! There aren’t any trails, completely undeveloped (exactly why I am drawn to this rustic location). I’m camping at the foot of the biggest of these evergreen monuments, Cassiopeia– unlike the others, the peaks of this one are ice encrusted. They glint ever so slightly in the silver of the fog that manifests at dusk. The moon, partially concealed by cloud and shadow, clips these ledges and they glimmer. I’ve always heard stories about their beauty– but I never expected it to be like this.
At the foot, there are some lovely hills and gullies. There’s also a curious little cemetery where I ate my lunch this afternoon. Lots of Polsins’ and some Abels’, a mockingbird or two. The headstones look very old, unkempt, decrepit (probably from the late 1700’s– I couldn’t make out the dates). Couple miles East, there’s a small town called Wistaria. Pretty average, your basic small town at the base of yet another fantastic mountain range.
Tonight rest before I venture forth at the first sign of dawn breaking night asunder.
William Helmsley
