Analore

by Joseph B. St. John

Part One of Two

Jonah planned out his journey with his usual flair and vigor. He was a turbulent man, not much for conversation and even less inclined to ask for company. Today's adventure would be no different from the dozens of trips before when he would gather his sack and gear for a good weekend's worth of hiking and camping. Solitude was the quest. It was a chance to get away from the ghosts of his daily life.

Each trip started the same. He would meticulously pack his bag. First, he would gather his rations. The dry goods were stored in a knapsack. The perishables were placed in a small blue and white Coleman cooler with just enough stain to show its worth. He would then pack an extra set of clothes in the sack, each item folded and set neatly in its place. The knapsack was zipped and ready. He gathered a warm jacket and walked to the car. The trunk was full of camping gear and cooking supplies. The old, emerald'78 Ford Fairmont was still in fine running condition. It was old, but it was clean, polished, primped and shined. It was older but flawless. Jonah admired himself in the mirror of the Fairmont. His six foot frame was still strong. His brown hair was thinner but showed no gray. The wool calico shirt fit snug to his chest. His jeans and brown leather boots were worn like an old friend, estimating his every move.

He pulled the Ford slowly out of the driveway and down Mack Avenue, past rows of pale houses that lined the street like the soldiers they were built for. The homes on Mack Avenue were constructed after World War II. They had stood proud and honorable for almost 50 years. Jonah bought his home over 20 years ago, when he first got the job at Tibberman's Appliances. It was a good job, a job with advancement, one that he hoped would last forever.

He was married then, too. Misty was a sweet little ballerina, a beautiful, dark haired woman with haunting eyes and a smile that would melt diamonds. She was the women who calmed his soul. But that was long ago. Mack Avenue had lost some of its glitter, and the houses were in need of repair. The ageless neighbors who fought and tugged to keep their lawns beautiful were gone. They were replaced by young men and women fighting and struggling to keep their heads above water. They were young couples more interested in success than mowing, weeding, pulling and raking. It made no sense to Jonah.

As the car whirled onto the interstate, Jonah could feel his tired mind unwind. He was a million miles from home and Tibbermen's Appliances. The interstate takes on a strange life as it heads to Mammoth Bluff. At first, it's's a concrete line surrounded by old buildings and decaying businesses. Then, it slowly, very slowly drifts into a wondrous tunnel of trees, the asphalt of man impaled by the calm of nature. At this time of year, the leaves on the trees give a glow of autumn's fire, each tree competing with the other to show its coat of many colors. A glorious array of power and splendor springing from each tree's limbs.

"Well, 'ol friend, we're heading there again, Mammoth Bluff. The one sanctuary left in this old world. The one place where I can feel alive and real."Night had begun to fall on Jonah. It was a three-hour trip to the mountains, and his plan to leave work early had not materialized. A late shipment of appliances had arrived and, as Mr. Tibberman always said, 'You can't sell them if they can't see them.' So putting merchandise on the showroom floor was always a top priority, even two hours before a weekend getaway.

Night in the mountains had a certain wonderment and charm - the stillness of the trees reaching toward the frozen galaxy, stars shining so great a man could feel that he could reach up and taste them. As a little boy, Jonah had been afraid of the dark. Even against his father's wishes he would get up to place a light on before he went to bed. In high school, he designed a plan to set his alarm thirty minutes before the old man awoke. Then he would turn off the light before catching twenty more good winks. As a man, Jonah found the darkness exhilarating. He now felt excited, alive, powerful like a soldier waiting for battle. The obscure was now a fright, and a thrill.

Jonah turned his vehicle onto the dirt road and headed to the registration cabin. Another two miles and he would be in his refuge. The remainder of the trip was always pleasant. It was a time to visualize the events of the weekend. Setting up camp and planning the next day's events were a great way to start the night. Everything would be planned and in order. Each activity was neatly arranged and categorized to make sure everything stayed organized. Nothing was ever left to chance.

As Jonah pulled up to the cabin, he was greeted by an avalanche of dogs and puppies - black ones, red ones, gray ones; dogs of every shape and size snipping at the wheels of his vehicle. The barking was a pleasant hello. Jonah pulled himself from the vehicle and made his way up the stairs of the large, gray cabin. It was well- built, its rough exterior weather beaten and showing the wear of many cold winters. Its harsh frame stood as a testament to expert craftsmanship.

Jonah entered into the den of the dwelling. The warmth of the room filled his lungs. His skin felt the softness of the air.'Jonah, you old scrub. I thought the weekend would get here without you.' Mr. Cranston always greeted Jonah with the same welcome, even though he knew Jonah never failed to keep a reservation.

'What can I do for ya, Jonah?'

'The usual Mr. Cranston. Just my campsite.'

'How's it going, boy? You finally get away from work?'

'Ya, I thought I would never get out of there.' Jonah's voice dropped off.

He figured Mr. Cranston had other worries instead of refrigerators and

appliances. Mr. Cranston just looked at Jonah. He had heard a lifetime of

complaints from campers: jobs, families, bills... He had heard them all.

Jonah signed the register and received his camp assignment, number 137,

next to the end of the camp. The site was perfect during this time of the

year. There were not many people in this area. It was isolated and still.

There would be no screaming kids, romantic couples, loud stereo systems

and no demanding bosses. It would be perfect.

Once at the campsite, Jonah unpacked the car. The tent was unfolded neatly and erected with perfect care. Each spike was systematically placed and hammered. The tent sprung upward like a flag, proud and noble. Mammoth Bluff can be tricky during the fall. Warm breezy days are followed by cold, windy nights. It was not unusual for a 65 degree day to be followed by a 32 degree evening, as this one had. The mountains were unpredictable and wild, and Jonah found himself drawn to those qualities. The sleeping bag was the last thing unpacked. The bag was unwound from its well-kept sack, filling the floor of the tent. Its warmth and comfort awaited its occupant. Jonah relieved himself behind a tree in the cool air. He returned to the tent, removed his clothing to his pressed shorts and climbed into the womb of his bag. The heat and security enveloped him, and he quickly entered the peace of sleep.

Jonah laid still in the solitude of his tent. His sleep was restful, only the flickers of his past lighting his mind. Misty loved the outdoors. She loved the sights and sounds of the night. She had introduced Jonah to the area. Misty's father had taken her to the Bluff since her childhood. After their marriage, Misty and Jonah would visit the mountain as much as possible.

Jonah's sleep was filled with visions of Misty, her dark hair falling on her slender shoulders, her burning brown eyes searching Jonah's soul. Misty was beautiful in a million ways. Jonah's nights were aware of each one, and each one was counted daily. Here in the highland, her memory was more real. They had vacationed here, walked here, slept here and conceived their child here. At first, the location tormented Jonah, but as the years passed, it greeted him like an old friend.

The sun rose like passion in the east. The ball of fire brought hope for the new day, pulling Jonah from his sleeping bag. A gorgeous Saturday was awaiting the weekend camper. The sun sat neatly on tree tops waiting for the hurrying of busy men and women.

The smell of bacon and eggs filled Jonah's nostrils. The aroma was the promise of a day free of bosses and appliances; only the beauty of the forest was laying in wait for Jonah.'How ya' doing, neighbor?' a heavy set man yelled across the camp site. Apparently, new arrivals had set up camp after Jonah had fallen asleep. No problem, thought Jonah, they're far enough away and if I ignore them they'll leave me alone.

'What's up? Where you from? How many times have you been here? ' The heavy set man asked so many questions in succession that Jonah could not answer one before the other one had started.

'Me and Mine from Upstate New York,' the man continued. 'We drove two days but this place is beautiful. It was really worth the drive.'

'I'm from Culverton,' Jonah replied. Before the conversation had ended, the man's wife and two boys went over to introduce themselves. Each one was bigger than the one before. The man's two sons were large, but his wife was the largest of them all.

The young men, Bob and Tim, were dressed in polyester pants. Both were over 230 lbs. with greasy brown hair worn unkempt and in knots. They were wearing matching, 'My Parents Went To Atlantic City and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt' tops. The mother, Beatrice was over 260 lbs. in a flannel Moo-Moo. She gleefully ate a potato chip at her introduction. Marty was the patriarch of the family. He was a computer whiz wearing black polyester pants and a yellow bowling shirt. As the family walked away, Jonah couldn't help but notice how happy they were. It didn't matter that they looked like social misfits, they were a happy family. As they crossed the campsite, he, also, couldn't help but notice the brand new Volvo in their parking space. Not only was Marty a first rate geek, he was successful and happy.

Jonah's mind drifted to a happier time of his own. His own wife used to be with him at the camp site. But his wife had not been huge. She was radiant and a woman who made men turn their heads. His mind drifted back to one of the first times they attended the camp. Instead of renting a campsite, they had saved their money and rented a cabin, secluded in the mountains of the forest. The two cherished the thought of being together in the rustic home.

It was brilliant but lacked proper bathroom facilities. At the foot of the mountain was a men's shower and restroom. Across the way, on the other side and out of sight was the female compound. These showers were to be shared with the cabin across the way about 200 yards. On that particular morning, no one had arrived at the other cabin. Misty and Jonah both left for their separate showers. After 20 minutes or so, Jonah returned. His beautiful Misty had not yet arrived. He decided to take the car, his brand new Fairmont, down to the Registration cabin. It wouldn't take long, fifteen minutes or so to wash off the dirt of the trip. As he returned and walked to the door of the cabin he heard Misty's voice from the small storage area about 15 feet from the house.

'Where have you been?'

'Misty, what's going on?'

'Where have you been??!!!'

'I went to wash off the car. What the hell are you doing in there?'

Misty poked her head out the shed, her black hair still wet laying on her bare shoulders. ' Get me some clothes!'

'Some what?' laughed Jonah.

'You heard me. Get my clothes before our new neighbors arrive and see a little more of me than we both would like.'

Jonah was amazed. There was his gorgeous wife with her little face peering from the shed and making a most unusual request. 'What the hell are you wearing?'

'Nothing, you idiot! You're toying with me.'

'No darling, I just don't believe it. How the hell did this happen?'

'I got home and you weren't here. I had left my make-up in the car. I figured the neighbors weren't here yet so I wouldn't need to put on my robe. I thought I would just dash to the car.'

Jonah was laughing out loud. He could hardly contain himself. 'And then what?'

'Well, the car was gone. I hadn't noticed you had left and well, when I went back to the cabin the door had locked behind me. I tried to get in but I thought I heard hikers and ran to this shed.'

'Just what in Sam Hill are you wearing?'

Misty opened the door slightly and revealed what Jonah had known all along.

His beautiful wife had been locked outside the past 15 minutes naked as the day she was born. Jonah looked cautiously around. He saw no hikers or neighbors. It was still very early. 'I'll see you when you get in. The door will be left open.'

'Don't do this silliness, Jonah! It'll only make me mad!'

'Silliness! I am not outside naked. I'll see you, I mean really see you real soon.'

'Jonah, you better not.'

Jonah walked toward the house, unlocked the door, walked inside and stood in the middle of the living room and waited. About 30 seconds later a winded and pink Misty ran into the living room. She was striking, naked and mad.

'I hate you! I hope you enjoyed yourself.'

Jonah laughed, 'I did. You are gorgeous.'

Misty just stood there, her nakedness no longer an embarrassment. She just started to laugh. 'That was close. I'm glad no one drove up.'

'Me too, said Jonah, I don't need the world knowing how lucky I am.'

Jonah and Misty made love that entire morning. Nine months later Brian, a glorious son, was born. He was a happy, playful baby boy, and the greatest gift Jonah had ever received.

The smell of burning bacon brought Jonah back to reality. He moved the pan quickly from the fire. 'Great,' Jonah thought, 'I'll burn the whole damn forest down.' He took the bacon and dumped it in a bag. ' Well, let's start again,' Jonah thought out loud. 'It's still early.' Jonah cleaned the pan.

Marty and his family were in the middle of a feast large enough to feed a small, native village. The noise from their cheap radio blared across the campsite. Jonah could hear the sound of merriment as it filled the morning air.

'Oh, Marty, you big mess, help me clean up,' Beatrice shouted.

'Anything for you my princess,' Marty hooted in return.

Jonah could not help but feel jealous. Marty with all his flaws was happy, and his family was happy. What else could a man want?

Jonah walked to the shower. The warm water felt good over his body. In 20minutes, Jonah was showered and shaved. He was back at camp and ready to go, ready to start a marvelous journey. But it was a journey for which he was not remotely prepared.

Chapter 2

Jonah had always enjoyed camping at Mammoth Bluff. The paths were fantastic. They cut the woods like great highways. If a man spent 100years in the mountains, he would never be able to visit each road. Jonah tried to always walk a different path each visit. This Saturday would be no different. He went west today, through the first layer of woods into the next and the next.

The trip was hard; many of the paths had not been walked often. They were thick with underbrush and had been less traveled. The morning was starting to fade, and the sun had become more intense. What had started as a cool morning turned into a warm, early afternoon.

Jonah removed his coat and packed it neatly into his sack. As he continued his walk, he could smell the freshness in the air. All of autumn's beauty filled his lungs. Leaves fell peacefully, dancing a sad minuet. Jonah hadn't been this far or deep into the woods.

A feeling to turn around suddenly filled his spirit. He had felt it occasionally on past trips, but never this strong. Jonah opened up his sack looking for his compass Misty's father had given him. It had been a birthday present and was engraved with his initials. 'Always be prepared' was his motto. But, today there was no compass in his sack. He brought it on every trip. Even Misty gave him a hard time. She used to say, ' You'd forget me before you'd forget that stupid compass.' It had come in handy so many times. Today, however, it was lost. Jonah searched for what feel like hours, but it had only been a few minutes.

'Damn, what frigging luck. Stuck in the middle of the woods with no damn compass.'Jonah repacked his bag neatly and started to walk back east or so he hoped. For the next two hours, Jonah walked aimlessly in the woods, each step followed by doubt.

'Damn, why do these woods always look the same? Why did I spend so much time thinking about Misty? Why didn't I just pay attention to where I was going?' A million questions entered Jonah's mind. The biggest one was,where the hell was he and how did he get there? A big question with noanswer. The trails all looked the same. East or West? North or South?'Did it matter at all?' Jonah wondered. He had walked so far he no longer knew if he was going any direction. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he was still on Mammoth Bluff. To the best of his knowledge, he could be

in upstate New York with Marty and his fat, happy family driving a new Volvo. Wherever he was, it was about to get dark and he was stone, cold lost. He was lost like never before, lost in a bunch of woods that were supposed to bring him solitude and happiness.

But, today he was confused and bewildered. The day moved on until all

of the sudden a lake appeared through a clearing. It was a magnificent lake located in the middle of nowhere. Jonah had seen it only once before. On his first trip to the mountains without Misty, he had stumbled onto this place. It was beautiful and daring. Jonah had not been able to find it since. He had thought about asking Mr. Cranston how to find it, but he wasn't sure that it hadn't all been a beautiful dream. He was afraid to ask. If he was told no then it was a grand vision. It was always safer not to ask questions you didn't want the answer to.

The lake was illuminated by the setting sun. The colors danced a reverent dance across the waterway. Jonah's eyes squinted into the distance. It all came back so clearly. He was walking the westward path when he stumbled onto the lake. And there his eyes did see a glorious sight. Two young women at the lake were there in a spectacular vision. They were twenty or twenty-one.

One stood near the water's edge, her long red hair glowing in the summers. She was tanned and firm. She was naked and alluring. The second young lady stood in the water. She stood straight and strong. Her blond hair was cut short, framing her beautiful face. She was golden and elegant. Her bareness was mind numbing. The women looked up quickly and spotted Jonah across the lake. The first young lady moved cautiously back into the woods, her hands covering her nakedness like well-placed leaves. But, the second woman did not move. Her beauty stayed frozen in the warm afternoon sun.

Jonah's breath was shallow. It had been two years since Misty and it had been that long since he had seen such elegance and grace. Jonah turned quickly and headed back to camp. It was too early to have such thoughts. Maybe later, maybe never, but definitely not now. When Jonah returned to camp that day, he never told anyone about what he had seen. After all these years, he wasn't even sure it really existed until today. The thought of such a wonderful sight took his breath away. It was getting late, and the sun was about to set. Jonah lit a fire next the lake and unpacked his bag. It would be getting cold and dark soon, but the fire would keep him safe and warm. He had brought enough food and water to last him until tomorrow. With the sunrise, he would be able to start a new fresh day. He neatly unpacked his bag and pulled out his coat and supplies. Fortunately, it had not gotten too cold. However, his jacket would have to work as a blanket and the knapsack as a pillow. It was rugged, but it would have to do.

As Jonah prepared for dinner, he heard a rustling in the bushes. 'Who's there?' said Jonah, his voice trembling. It was now dark enough for his old fears to return. 'I said, who's there?' Nothing, then finally, out the bushes came an old man. He was confused and muttering. 'Calm down! Calm down!' he said.

The fellow was an odd looking bird. He was wearing blue overalls and a black shirt with old, gray work boots. 'Just calm down!' he repeated, 'I'm lost. I don't need any fussing.' His face was worn, but happy. It was masked with a gray beard and fiery green eyes. He was part grandfather and part zealot, an interesting combination.

'Boy, what's the fuss? There's no need to get upset. I'm just an old man.'

'Well, I was just worried. I am not accustomed to this area. As a matter of fact, I'm lost, too.'

'I figured that. I'm not sure a man could get here if he tried. It's in the middle of God knows where.' The old man spoke these words with authority.

'My name is James Michaels. Who do I have the pleasure to be lost with?'

'Jonah, Jonah Langston.' He spoke these words as if it had been years since he said them.

Maybe it was because he was lost, but it seemed strange to have this conversation with another lost stranger. It felt surreal.

'Jonah, well I am sure you were looking for Nineveh. Did you find it?'

It had been years since Jonah had heard a Bible reference to his name. It caught him off guard and before he knew it he stuttered, 'Nineveh, never been there.'

The old man looked amused at the answer. ' No need to ask you about the whale then.' James was obviously amused by the answer he had received to the first question.

Jonah laughed at the absurdity of the past inquiries. 'Well, how did you get lost?'

'Don't know. If I did, I wouldn't be lost.'

'True,' Jonah said with a chuckle. He couldn't help but notice that even though James was lost, he had an excellent disposition. The old fellow's eyes burned with fire and life. His face sparkled through his beard with the joy of one who has tasted the nectar of living. He was vibrant ,and the life sprung from his pores. He was full and spontaneous. He had the passion of youth tightly wound in the body of a sixty year old man. Yes, James was the ultimate contrast. His soul was quenched by the waters of Ponce de Leon. He had the gift all men desired.

'Come over here and help me gather my gear. I left it in the brush. Some young whippersnapper was yelling at me.'

Jonah got up from his rock seat and helped James gather his supplies. He had a sleeping bag and camping gear galore. He had brought a two man tent and extra water, canned goods and enough lunch meat to keep two grown men alive for days. The cooler was small but packed to the hilt. There was so much stuff that Jonah could barely understand how James carried it all. His own sack was cumbersome, but James had brought an entire campsite and yet hardly showed the wear.

Jonah could not help but ask ' Do you get lost often or do you just wander around until you find another idiot who can't get out of the woods?'

' A little of both,' James cracked. Jonah was not sure if he was kidding so he left the answer Alone. In the flickering light of the campfire, Jonah and James set up their homestead. The tent was erected and the sleeping bag was placed charitably across the grass floor of the tent. James did not have the same desire for neatness that engulfed Jonah. James had; however, brought an extra blanket. Jonah was more than satisfied with that development.

As the two men laid down to sleep, James sat up one final time from the sleeping bag. He said in a shy way, 'Tomorrow will be a better day. It always is.'

James fell asleep before Jonah could reply. Jonah did not mind. It had been a long time since he felt such optimism. He wondered if he would ever feel that again.

As the night wore on, Jonah's sleep was restless. The sounds of the cricket's dance filled his ears. Nature can often be beautiful and annoying all at the same time. It is one of the e great outdoors most pleasant charms. Jonah stepped out of the tent. The cool night air soothed his skin. He walked quietly behind the nearest tree and watered the already moist grass. James was sleeping with serene bliss. Jonah walked quietly to the lake's edge and peered across the waterway. His mind filled with visions of Misty. He stopped his soul from entering its one true solitude. 'I'm not going to torment myself any longer. I can't afford any more mistakes.' Jonah said these words quietly, hoping that some mythical figure would answer his plea.

The dark, blue sky stood motionless and Jonah breathed in all its glory. A sad whippoorwill sang its dark song. For an instant, every pore of Jonah's soul opened up. The pain, the suffering, the disappointment of the last eighteen years flooded his eyes. The tears fell unashamed. Jonah wept openly for the first time since the death of Misty and Brian. He wept like no man before him. He did not cry for what he had lost. He cried for what would never be. He cried for the love he would never feel again. His son's tiny arm never threw a ball. He never asked to play catch or to go fishing. He never spoke a word. His young life was taken before the miracle of speech. He never said, 'I love you,' but Jonah knew he had felt his son's love. He knew he had heard his baby's love in his soft coo. Love never dies. It lives every day through the people left to carry on. Jonah understood that. It was a reality he carried with him. It was his own daily trip to Golgotha. Jonah walked quietly back to the tent. James had not moved. Jonah laid down and tried to rest. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day, he thought.

James awoke from his sleep early. He loved the morning air. It was pure and clean, unobstructed from the pollution of the day. James watched as the birds continued their migration south. The leaves were finishing their yearly frolic and fell at his feet.

James took a pack of bologna from the cooler and placed two circles in the frying pan. The bologna rose in the middle and James cut the delicacy carefully down the center. The lunch meat fell flat, its last struggle completed. James prepared several slices of the working king's dinner and scrambled the dozen eggs neatly packed in the center of the cooler so they would not freeze.

'Get up! It's a new day dawning. Praise Caesar and the points of Shakespeare's shoes!' James kept up the strange dissertation until Jonah pulled himself from the tent.

'I'm up! Be quiet.'

'Breakfast is ready and it's 10:00 a.m.'

'10:00 a.m.! Why didn't you wake me up?'

'You were sleeping so well. I hated to disturb you.'

'My God, man we're lost and you're letting me sleep?'

'Are we found, yet?' James asked wily. ' I figured we would be found just by your consciousness. Your sense of direction is so keen.'

Jonah apologized for his shortness, 'I haven't slept this late since forever.' He felt refreshed through his agitation.

'Get some breakfast. It's a meal fit for a king,' James said with a wink.

'We'll finish breakfast and head out for the campsite. We should be home in a couple of hours.'

After their meal, they cleaned up their site and packed their belongings. James quickly packed up and headed toward Jonah. He noticed him neatly storing his supplies. 'Boy, it will be dark before you get ready. Just toss your things in the bag.'

Jonah continued to pack as James laughed to himself. 'I don't know how you got lost. I'm surprised you made it out of camp.'

Jonah smiled and turned around. 'I have been here before, but it was along time ago. However, I'm not sure how to get back.'

'No problem, we'll be home soon enough,' James said confidently but vague.

The two men gathered their belongings and headed east or so they thought. It took both men to carry their equipment, and Jonah still wondered how the man carried it all by himself. James moved quickly to the front, and Jonah swore he heard him say, 'Next stop, Nineveh.' But, he did not ask.

As the day wore on, Jonah became restless. They had walked for hours and gotten nowhere. James, however, delighted in the journey. Jonah was not sure if James was lost or on some deranged search. He sang songs, whistled and walked merrily along as they got deeper in the woods and further lost. The woods held a special meaning to James, and Jonah could feel it. He was carefree in these surroundings. He acted as if he had been lost so often that this was merely a game of hide and go seek. It was a children's game -James, the Great Conqueror of the Forest. It would be a great game if Jonah didn't dread being in the middle of nowhere.

'James, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I don't think you have a damn clue where we are!'

'It speaks! My God I thought you had lost the power of speech. Of course,

I don't have a clue. I am lost. You never said anything so I took the lead.'

'Great, it's 5:00 p.m. and we're still lost. Hopefully, Mr. Cranston will notice we are missing and send help.'

'Cranston? Who's that?'

'The man who owns and runs the campsite.'

'Never heard of him.'

'You didn't rent a site?'

'Rent, I didn't know anyone owned the forest.'

'I'm getting nowhere,' Jonah sighed. 'I'm sure trespassing is not against the law in your neck of the woods.'

'Trespassing? We've been trespassing all day. You need to loosen up!'Jonah walked quietly. Maybe James was right. No one really owns the woods. He kept walking.

Jonah thought to himself, I hope Marty and his crew notice I'm missing and notify Cranston. I was such an ass when I met them. They probably wouldn't care if I was eaten by wolves. Jonah made a mental note. Don't be an as to the neighbors. They might be the only one who notice you're missing. James and Jonah entered a clearing in the woods. James said, 'Time to setup camp. It's going to be dark soon.'

'I've got to go to work tomorrow. I can't stay here.'

' Unless they drop your workplace in the middle of the woods, you appear out of luck, partner.'

' I'm sure they've noticed me missing by now.'

'They? You mean your family?'

Jonah stood totally still and did not say a word. In that moment he died a thousand deaths. Those words burned like fire in his soul. He didn't even have to answer. He just lowered his head.

'Sorry boy, I didn't mean, to....'

Jonah interrupted, 'It's okay, I need to be less sensitive.'The two men unpacked their gear and set up camp quietly. James cooked a feast. He had a never ending supply of food. He had eaten all day and Jonah had even shared in the bounty. Fruit and vegetables kept coming out of his bottomless sack. It was unreal.

As the two men set around the fire, James looked directly at Jonah and smiled a gentle smile.

'What happened?'

'When?' Jonah asked, knowing what the question was about.

'It wasn't divorce... too much pain.'

'I'd rather not talk about it. It doesn't change anything.'

'True, but it can relieve the suffering.'

Jonah became nervous and changed the subject. 'Did you notice we didn't see one person today? We didn't even stumble onto a hiker.'

'True, we didn't even stumble onto a couple surprised that they weren't alone.'

Jonah smiled to himself, remembering Misty hiding from hikers in the old shed near the house.

' If you don't want to talk about it just say so. I'll leave you alone.'

Jonah paused for a moment. 'If you must know, they were killed.'James sat silently. His heart ached for his new found friend. 'I'm sorry.' James said these words, knowing they were hollow and pointless.

But, he said them all the same. It had been years since Jonah talked of his hurt. But, tonight in his fear and confusion it all came back - the night he answered his door and realized his greatest fear.

The policeman, Officer McGuire, stood at the doorstep. His grim face told the story. He was kind, but his words tore the core from Jonah's soul. He carefully told how the driver of the other vehicle had crossed over the double yellow lines and struck Misty's car. He told how the paramedics tried but failed to save them. Jonah was told how the car seat was unable to protect his newborn son. The trauma was just too great for his young skull to handle. The officer asked Jonah to come to the hospital. When Jonah arrived, he was met by Misty's parents. They stood in the hospital emergency room, their faces wretched by the horror.

Officer McGuire stated that someone from the family needed to identify the bodies. Misty's Dad, Mark, agreed that he should be the one to go. He said Jonah was too young for the trauma. Mark was gone for what seemed like hours. When he came back, his face spoke of tragedy and death. The vibrant man who had taken Misty to the mountains was now gone. He was replaced by a haunted soul. A man who had seen the heavens disappear, a faithless, brooding man. He was passionless and void. It was easy to see that he, too, had died at that moment.

The days leading up to the funeral were a nightmare. Sleep didn't interrupt the horror of the days. All of their characters was trapped in their own personal tale of Poe, each deeply tragic. A long line of friends and family gathered to say words long since forgotten. They were empty words but well meaning, an orgy of well meaning nothingness. On the day of the funeral, Misty was beautiful. Her hair was combed and polished. Her glory could not be hidden.

And Brian, whose little hand would never throw a ball was golden. He looked as if he was still asleep. His little life would never be awakened. He would sleep through eternity.

Jonah knew that tragic death will either bring a man closer to God or whirl him to the depths of Hell. Marie's mother, Misty, stood the strong Christian. She sang each song as if to destroy the myth of death and to celebrate life eternal. She saw the joy of Jesus. But Mark, who had nurtured Misty in the mountains, his eyes were like steel, cold and dead. He did not sing. He did not pray. He did not talk. He just stared forward, mocking a nameless God, who did not care. When Mark died two years later he had barely spoken. He just stood brooding, a testament to this Nameless God.

Jonah looked up. James sat still, his eyes moist. ' My God, man, the suffering must be great.' Jonah did not answer eighteen years of horrors felt lifted for a moment, and for that Jonah was grateful.

The two men set up camp in the still of the twilight. Lightning flashed quickly in the distance. The orange glow of the setting sun created a thousand shadows. As the daylight faded into the cast of night, Jonah often felt the sudden sinking of life. But tonight, he saw the possibilities of closure turning into a fresh beginning.

The horizon was lit up with the excitement of electricity. Silent, without thunder, its ominous flair gave the trees the illusion of movement. Each flash of lightning brought delight to Jonah's soul. He could feel the power of the coming storm. The wind increased. It' gentle breeze turned violent and intense. The leaves already primed for departure took flight on their fantastic journey. The wind's breath picked up steam and pushed the grass harshly to the ground. 'Hurry up, man,' James shouted, 'We have to set up the tent.'

Jonah moved quickly to the curious, old man. In a matter of minutes, the tent was erected and the two men nestled quietly in the cover. 'That was close,' James chuckled. 'One more moment and all hell will break loose.'The rain hit the tent with a gusty force. The structure, strong and proud, took the first shots of the sudden wind and rain. Its occupants were safe inside and heard the water fall quickly to the earth's waiting soul. The ground excitedly drank the moisture from the sky. Its nourishment was welcome and wanted.

The two lost men inside a small tent peering through a tiny opening from the south side understood the science of the wild. They watched as the rain danced its magical tale and all creation accepted it without fail. As the weather subsided, Jonah and James could hear the majesty of the forest. Inside their tent, they could hear the wind and rain leave as quickly as it had came. The tent made itself sturdy. It was no longer at the mercy of the unpredictability of Mother Nature. Jonah and James pulled themselves from their shelter.

'That was incredible,' James exclaimed in excitement. 'I've never seen anything like it.'

'I bet it rained two inches in a matter of minutes,' James added. 'It was almost like a flash flood, incredibly violent, yet beautiful.

'Well, not so beautiful for our belongings,' cracked Jonah.

'Not to worry,' said James confidently. 'I covered them in the bushes. They're okay.'

James walked sprightly to a gathering of shrubs and as promised their supplies were fine. They were wet but unharmed, damp but unscathed.

'You're unbelievable. No matter what, you are ready. It's amazing,' Jonah said these words in disbelief. Every since he met James he couldn't shake the strange feeling he had about him. The food was never ending. No matter how much they ate there was still plenty. Jonah had run out of water hours ago, but James had an unlimited supply. He still had water and food galore and was always willing to share.

James seemed to have an idea about the storm, while Jonah was caught completely off guard. The food, tent and supplies all survived the storm unharmed. In James' world, all was right. Come hell or high water, James was prepared. Even in the chaos of being lost he was in total control. Jonah had to chuckle. He had spent eternity trying to control all the elements of life and somehow ended up here in the middle of the wilderness. Instead of being in control, an old man was in the lead. Jonah felt security in his presence.

'Okay, man, let's regroup,' James said. The camp was set up once more and the men prepared for dinner. James pulled out his never ending supply of food from the cooler and threw the feast on the fire. The two men enjoyed the ham with pork and beans fixed with flare. Jonah liked the warm feeling in his tight belly. He often ate better on these trips than he did at home. It was ironic, but he realized that he had eaten a better dinner lost than many people eat in the security of their homes.

Jonah looked at James by the fire. He was intrigued by his features. James appeared to be in his sixties. However, his eyes burned with the passion of a young man. He sat straight and regal. His graying beard and hair framed his face like a lion's mane. James had the wisdom of an angel and the optimism of a teenager in his soul. He acted as if he had seen the lions in Rome, and he had the excitement of a child awaiting Christmas. James was the contrast of life wrapped in the spirit of man. He was sage wisdom and naivete all in one.

As the men prepared for bed, Jonah admired the picturesque view of the sky. The moon glowed bright in its mounting. It illuminated the remaining clouds and sent shadows bouncing off the moisture of the cool night's air. A few stars tried to draw attention from the main attraction but failed miserably. Tonight the moon was king. Its staff was magnificent. Round and firm it eclipsed the rest of nature.

'All hail King Moon,' Jonah whispered and turned toward James, who was standing and basking in the satellite. 'Being lost should be frightening,'Jonah said, 'but for one amazing moment I felt more alive than I have in years. Do you find that strange?'

'Not really. Often it takes a man longer than three days to escape from the bowels, but when he does he sees the world in a different light.' James spoke these words with no emotion. Jonah was not sure what he meant, but he wasn't ready to ask anything else.

The two men stood under the clear and fresh sky. The moon surrounded by its celestial disciples played a magic lullaby. It was quiet and mythical. Nothing was said, but the wisdom of eternity was sung. And on this glorious night, Jonah and James shared the same moon, stars and wind. Nature, in perfection, was embraced by two smallish men. The night was a beauty to behold.

Chapter 3

'Wake up sleepyhead,' James called into the tent. 'The sun will soon be burning red. You don't want to sleep through being rescued.'Jonah awoke and felt strange. He had almost forgotten that they were lost.

'I'm getting up. It's still early.'

'True, but I've got a feeling we're going to have a good day.'

'That's great, but can't it wait a few more minutes?'

'Never. Get up.'

Jonah crawled from the tent. He felt so invigorated by the morning he almost forgot it had been three days since he bathed. Jonah hated that idea but he figured, what the hell. James didn't seem to mind. He was surprised that even though it was still early, James had already packed the campsite.

'Have some apples. That should carry you through the morning,' James said, eating a very ripe banana. 'We need to break down the tent.'

'What's the rush old man? You've spent the entire weekend acting as if this was some great adventure. Now you're rushing like a mad man.'

'Big Day. I'm sure you are worried about your job.'

'Not really!'

Jonah hadn't even thought of Tibberman's during the night. Anyway, he wouldn't get fired if he was lost in the woods. For once, Tibberman could push his own washers to his customers. 'I'm sure they've been looking for me,' Jonah quipped. He started feeling guilty. He was sure someone had noticed him missing by now.

'I know they are looking for you now,' James said. 'You haven't paid your bill yet.'

Jonah laughed, 'You're probably right. If I paid in advance they would

just pack up my stuff and put it up for sale.'

The two walked away from the campsite. Jonah noticed how quiet James had become. He thought that odd. James was a one man talking machine, but this morning he was silent and jumpy. Jonah missed the old James but never spoke a word.

The men rushed through the woods. James stayed silent. He was determined and focused.

'You know old man, you're killing me. You spent the last few days acting like we were on a holiday but this morning you're on fire.'

'Time to be found, boy. Time to move ahead with our journey.'

James' intensity was incredible over the next three hours. He pushed through the underbrush. He was a man possessed. As they moved in and out of the wilderness, James led Jonah to areas that he had never seen before. If Jonah felt lost before, today his mind was frantic.

The animals even took on a different appearance. The mice of the fields ran quickly through the forest. The squirrels were playing as they gathered their winter's bounty. It all looked so real but strangely different.

The sun that burnt every day in the tender horizon rose higher in the sky. The wind's cool air no longer brought a chill to Jonah's frame. The day was both perfect and wondrous. It reminded Jonah of a different time. It reminded him that all emotions should live for the moment. James never stopped his manic pace. He pushed and pulled his way through the brush. He guided them with a monarch's vigor.

As the sun rose to high noon, the men entered a clearing. In the woods, never seen before, Jonah spied a river of great measure. It was only fifty feet wide but appeared to go on forever in both directions. It cut though a golden meadow of wild weed grass. And though it was fall, the grass was a vibrant green covered with dandelions from head to toe.

'James, where are we? I've never seen any place quite like this. It's so weird.'

James stayed silent for a moment. He observed the magnificence of the river flowing to all sides. The river ran as far as the eye could see.

'James, I've been coming to this place for twenty years, and I've never seen the places you have shown me today. I'm not sure if this weekend I have been lost or just experiencing a new world. Everything seems so out of proportion.'

James looked toward the river, ignoring Jonah's comments. 'There should be a raft or canoe somewhere around here. Let's go take a look.'

Jonah marveled at the spry old man. He was more determined than ever. If he knew where he was going, he had not revealed any of it to Jonah. He only knew one thing. He felt confident about James. He walked with the old man toward the river. If a seaworthy vessel was there, it would be found. And, maybe all this would begin to make sense.

'I know it's here just keep looking. We are bound to find it.'

Jonah pretended to search. The truth was that he didn't have a clue whereto look, but he felt he owed it to James to a least give it a shot. James was so convinced that it was there. The two men stood several feet apart looking through the tall grass and brush for the all elusive canoe. A few moments after the hunt began, James shouted, 'I found it!'

Under the cover of the deep brush and trees was a worn and beaten canoe. It looked as if it had been hidden, purposefully or accidentally, for years. It's white paint was peeling and cracked. It sure didn't look seaworthy. As a matter of fact, Jonah wasn't sure it could float, never the less, hold two grown men while riding in the water.

'Let's get her up,' barked James. The two men carried the craft to the edge of the river. 'We'll clean her up and soon we'll be ready.' James was confident in his assessment.

'Ready for what?' Jonah said, looking at the rustic boat. 'I'm not sure this old thing can do more than hold water.'

'It's a great canoe. It will take us anywhere. Let's just put her in and see what she can do.' The boat was placed in the water gently. The cool liquid felt good on Jonah's feet. 'Place the food and water in the boat,'James stated hurriedly. The supplies were given to Jonah. 'I'll be right back,' James continued.

James went back toward the woods. Jonah held the boat at the river's edge. He felt the motion of the water as it rocked the canoe back and forth. In the woods, the boat had appeared scarred, old and decayed. However, as it rode the current, it seemed strong and ready. It appeared to be a secure vehicle, ready for any voyage.

'Can't go anyplace without these,' James said, bringing two sets of oars from out of the wood line. 'Let's go, Jonah, no time to waste.'

'Are you sure this is a good idea? A few hours ago we were lost and wandering through the forest. Now you want to hop in a canoe and travel a river I've never seen.'

'True, but at the present time we are bone lost. Hopefully, if we take the river downstream we'll be able to find some other people. Perhaps others are just beyond the horizon.'

Jonah's mind began to wander. It had been days since he had seen other people. In reality, he didn't really even know James. He had said very little about himself. However, he did feel comfortable around him. James was a ball of fire and energy, a man in control, a leader. It was something Jonah had not seen within himself in many years. And he thought,'Why not?' He wasn't going anywhere anyway.

The gentlemen slowly canoed down the river, each stroke bringing them closer to their unknown destination. The canoe rocked easily from side to side. The river lined neatly up with the trees on each side. The water tapped a melody on the canoe's body. Flop and drop, the mighty vessel rode the waves. The water was smooth, and Jonah felt the power of the current.

'Not bad, huh boy,' James said, breaking a crooked grin.

Jonah smiled. He felt alive and vigorous. He no longer was just the appliance manager, the pusher of refrigerator freezers. He was Captain Jonah. He was a pirate and a prophet. He was the Old Man of the Sea and Neptune.

The solitude of the day allowed Jonah to focus on his attitude. As the water rushed by, he thought of the last eighteen years. Even though Misty and Brian had died and he had been devastated, he thought he had not done everything right. But now he had to ask himself, 'Would Misty approve of what he had become?' He had stayed frozen in time since their deaths. He lived in the same house, drove the same car and worked in the same store. Jonah never progressed. He stayed trapped in his own torment. His mind sailed quietly to Misty. He could envision her as if her memory was burnt forever into his mind.

Jonah closed his eyes and allowed himself to visit her. He could picture Misty on their wedding day. Her gown was ivory and her veil covered her angelic face. Tears sprang to Jonah's eyes. His heart ached for her return. He could smell the scent of her perfume. It filled his senses and made his passion race out of control. She could dominate his mind and loosen his soul as she was all consuming. Misty was a tiger, fit and proud, devouring his flesh.

Finally, there was the morning that Brian was born. Jonah felt he had reached full expression. Brian was beautiful and strong. His love filled his every sound. Then, as quickly as it started it was over. Jonah slowly opened his eyes. James was sitting at the front of the boat. He sat like captain Ahab in a bad elementary school play. He was ruffled now but still proud.

James looked back at Jonah and smiled. Jonah asked, ' What do you think life's worth?' James stared at Jonah. 'Have you ever thought of that?'continued Jonah

'Maybe and ....' James said as he was interrupted.

'Well, life is worth about two years and a few thousand dollars.'

'Where do you get such a figure?'

'Easy, the man that killed my wife and child received four years in jail and a six thousand dollar fine. Hell, that's about two years each and a couple of thousand bucks. He was drunk and crossed double yellow lines and now I'm screwed forever.'

'That was his punishment?'

'That was it, punishment or not. The fine was an absolute joke. I can't tell you how much time he actually served. In the end, what did it matter? They were gone.'

'Justice,' James replied, but he didn't seem to believe it.

'I'll tell you old man, people want justice. But what we get is laws. Never forget that.' James turned back around and paddled. He'd always known that justice was just a concept.

The sun was brighter than Jonah had ever seen it. It was 4:00 p.m. in the fall of the year, and still not a shadow had fallen. It was a marvelous sight, a river in the middle of nowhere running to nowhere with people from nowhere. It was utterly perfect. 'Man, a person could get lost just to see such beauty,' said Jonah.

James just smiled. Even through tragedy, Jonah understood that there had to be more to life than what he had done. This weekend had been a life changing experience for him.

'You know James in all my years I have never seen anything like this. Do you have any idea where we are?'

'No, if I knew where we were, we wouldn't be lost. But, don't worry, we will be found.'

'I'll be honest with you, James. I'm not sure I want to be found. This scene is like a fairy tale.'

'Fairy tales don't exist. But, if you're going to be lost, this is a nice place to be lost in.'

Jonah eased back in the canoe. He felt relaxed and strong. 'James, you haven't told me a lot about yourself. You've just listened to me babble.'

'Not much to say. I have no real family and I like to camp. What else is there?'

The sun rose high in the sky and began to beat hot upon the occupants of the canoe. The temperature had begun to warm every since the canoe trip had started. Jonah peeled off his shirt and let the sun caress his paleskin.

James paddled slowly. His movements became more defined as the journey progressed. The trees had turned a velvet green. The scenery had shifted from the coldness of fall. All of the sudden, autumn had moved strangely past winter.

Jonah watched as the deer and fawn moved carefree through the forest. The air was warm and ripe. The richness of a new birth had arrived. Slowly,out of the woods, animals of all shapes and sizes wandered in anticipation. Jonah's heart could feel the excitement of the day. It had been years since he enjoyed such wonderment.

'James, how do you explain all this? The sudden change of season. The warmth, the endless sunshine?'

'I don't.' And with that, James maneuvered the boat over toward the bank of the river.

'What's going on? Where are we?' Jonah was confused. His eyes had never seen such a glorious sight. The forest opened into an incredible village. Houses were circled around a magnificent clock that stood in the town square. Children ran aimlessly through the village. Their laughter was loud and playful.

'Let's go,' said James. 'There's plenty we have to do.'

'Do you have any idea where we are? Can these people help us?'

'I think so. I've known them forever.'

Jonah walked slowly through the clearing and into the village. He was overwhelmed by the majesty of his surroundings. The houses were brown and blue, red and yellow. Each one was painted in unbelievable detail.

An emblem covered each window shutter. It was a crest or breastplate. The architecture was simple but delightful. In the middle of the homes was a giant town square where merchants sold apples, quilts and other necessities of life. The hustle surrounding the square was busy but not hurried. Men and women were happily going about their business.

Jonah truly believed that now he had fallen into the middle of a queer fairy tale. The people he saw were moving about their busy day. They we redressed modern but in work clothes. Jeans, work boots and wool shirts were the men's choice of clothing. The women were wearing print dresses and polished black shoes. Modern perhaps, but very conservative. James and Jonah stood silently and watched the scene unfold. Hunters were coming from the woods with their sacks full of game. James looked at Jonah. 'Got here just in time. Dinner will be served soon.'

Jonah was grateful for dinner; however, he wasn't sure where he was. He also wasn't about to ask. 'Hey Mister, you wanna apple?' The Merchant was a large man over six feet tall with a strong build. He was wearing a blue apron that made him appear like an old time shop keeper.

'Best apples anywhere!'

James smiled. 'Sure Bill, we'll take two.'

Bill's big hands grabbed two apples from the basket. 'Enjoy fellows.'

'We will.'

'Hey James, who's your friend?'

'His name is Jonah. I met him in the mountains. He's just another lost traveler.'

'Well, glad to meet you, Jonah. I'm Bill Eggert, the town storekeeper. My fruit stand and grocery store have been here for years. If you need anything just tell me. I'll be glad to help.'

Jonah reached out and shook the big man's paw. 'I'll keep that in mind. You wouldn't have a phone in the store would you?'

'Oh no, my friend, I don't need one. All my family lives nearby. I just walk to see them. It's much more friendly, don't you think?'

James looked at Jonah and smiled his sly grin and said, 'It is more personable to talk in person.'

Out from one of the houses came a plump woman wearing a tight blue polyester dress. Her hefty figure pushed at every seam of her garment. Her voice was loud with an Eastern European accent.

'James, where have you been? We've looked for you for days. Have you gone crazy? We've been worried sick!' The dissertation shot from her mouth like a cannon.

'No need to worry, Mary. I just took a little trip to the mainland. Nothing big. Meet Jonah, my new friend. He's a delight.'

'Jonah-Monah! It's time for supper. You and your friend wash up and get ready. I've been cooking all day. Don't just stand there. Move!'

Jonah and James took their orders and dashed into the bright, blue house. Its window crest was a large eagle. Its pride stretched from shutter to shutter. As the men entered the house, they were greeted with the smell of fresh baked bread. On the table were turkey and stuffing. There were sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce spread out ready to be consumed and enjoyed.

'It's time to eat,' said Mary, continuing to bark her orders. From the back of the house came two splendors of nature. Two beautiful young women had entered the room. Jonah's breath was taken away. The young ladies were the women he saw at the lake years earlier. Both were as young and lovely as the day he first saw them.

The red-haired darling, Samantha, greeted the two gentlemen nicely, 'Good day, sirs.' Leslie, the blond haired goddess of the pond, merely smiled as she walked to the table. Jonah's mind was lost in confusion. The entire day had been maddening. The canoe ride was endless, yet time stood still. It was early evening, even though the trip had lasted for hours. The fall had suddenly vanished.

James was now introducing him to the young ladies. Jonah could not clear his mind. Samantha and Leslie were as young and desirable as they had been over fifteen years ago. Jonah's head begin to spin. He was bewildered. Nothing made sense, and he was beginning to feel uneasy.

'You okay, boy? James asked inquisitively. 'You look paler than usual.'

'No problem, just a long day.' Jonah said these words knowing they were a lie.

The young ladies spoke quietly, almost giggling at Jonah. They were two sweet young women sharing a sweet secret at Jonah's expense. 'Eat. Eat,'said Mary. 'You two girls stop whispering. It's impolite.'

The food was endless, and the occupants of the table gobbled their meal. Jonah was worried, but he also felt strangely relaxed. He had even began to focus on the attractiveness of Samantha and Leslie. Even in their print dress and plain shoes, they had remarkable features. They were stunning. They made Jonah feel more alive than he had in eighteen years.

He had studied them, so much so that he felt guilty. He had not wanted a woman since Misty's death. But, today those old emotions resurfaced. His heart was drawn to Leslie. He could remember her strong body and her pride at the lake that day. Her strength was evident as she stood unashamed of her nakedness. She was the desire that every man wanted.

As dinner neared an end, Mary scooted the damsels into the kitchen. 'It's time to clean up ladies, and I believe James' new friend has stared long enough.' Jonah blushed as Samantha and Leslie giggled their way into the kitchen.

'Don't blush, sir.' Mary said. 'They are the fortunes of my soul.'

'Women like that are hard to forget,' James whispered. Jonah did not reply.

As they left the house, Jonah's mind kept wandering back to the two young ladies. They had captivated his soul. His entire essence was controlled by their image. He was sure they were the same young ladies he had seen years before. But, how could that be? They had not aged a day. They were still as young and vivacious as they appeared fifteen years ago.

The two men moved across the village and found themselves at James' house. It was simple in design created to match the existing surroundings. Its gray paint and blue trim were flawless. The crest of the window was a large raven, its wings spread proud.

The decor inside was simple with antique furnishings. The chairs and dining room table were carved from fine oak. The living room contained a maple rocker and a plush, blue patterned couch nestled closely to the fireplace. The navy blue throw rug quaintly covered the well polished, wooden floor.

'Go take a seat,' said James, 'I'll be back.' James went to the small bedroom and came back with a set of new clothing. 'Go take a shower. I'm sure you feel like you need one.'

Jonah grinned and accepted the invitation. He was sure that he smelled bad. However, everyone was much too polite to say anything. Jonah took his time in the shower. He even went past his usual twenty minute time limit and enjoyed the endeavor.

He thought how strange it was to miss something as ordinary as a shower. He changed into the jeans and flannel shirt he had been given and walked into the living room, feeling like a new man. He didn't allow himself to dwell on the fact that the clothes were a perfect fit. He just accepted that they could have been made for him.

James had built a fire that was roaring in the fireplace. Its glowing embers warmed the room. 'My turn. I need a shower bad.' James laughed as he dashed into the bathroom. Jonah sat on the comfortable couch in fronton the fire. His eyes became heavy as they yearned for the peace of sleep, and he slowly dozed off.

Chapter 4

Jonah awoke early the next morning. James was nowhere to be found. Jonah stumbled through the kitchen and found a note James had written. It simply stated that James needed to visit friends and would be back in a few hours.

Jonah made himself at home as he investigated his surroundings. He was simply amazed with this situation. Here he was a sane man totally lost in a land he wasn't sure even existed. Still, he felt safe and secure. James must have felt the same way for he had left him alone in his home. The two men had become friends and soul mates in a short period of time. Jonah figured that being lost together probably caused them to bond quickly. Somehow he sensed that he had known James forever. The fellow was like an age old friend. He felt compassion for Jonah and could easily empathize with his pain.

Jonah ate a quick breakfast of muffins and fruit and proceeded to brush his teeth. He was ready for a walk into the village square. The hustle of the marketplace was brisk and sturdy. Women, young and old, were shopping from stores designed from a 1930s movie set. Jonah even thought that if the scene were in black and white, it would look like an old movie.

The women in their plain clothes fascinated Jonah. The styles were simple, yet intriguing. The women had an innocent look but were still pretty. It wasn't that all the women were physically attractive. It was their faces that were pure, innocent and unlined. Their skin had not been spoiled by life's uncertainty. Old or young, they were angelic and fresh.

Jonah assumed the men, other than the shopkeepers, were hunting in the woods. There didn't appear to be any other industry. He couldn't figure out how anyone here actually made a living. No one seemed to have jobs. Even the storekeepers went about their craft, as if it were for the joy of the work and not the sales.

Jonah continued his stroll. He heard a few giggles and whispers from a young child who flew past him, but no one else seemed to notice that he was there. The townspeople seemed active and happy with the business of living their lives.

Jonah had to wander how it was that he had never heard of or seen this place. It must be the best kept secret around. It was totally unspoiled in its simplicity. James saw Jonah from across the town square and walked quickly toward him.

'Glad to see you up and about,' James stated. 'You were asleep before I could clean up. I'm sure you were totally exhausted.'

'That is an understatement. I was crushed. I'm not trying to sound crazy,' Jonah continued, 'but don't you think I should be calling someone to tell them I'm okay?'

James looked puzzled. 'Who do you have to call?'

'Well, Tibberman to start and then Cranston. I'm sure people are searching for us. They need to know that we're okay.'

'True, they need to know you're okay, I suppose,' James sighed, 'but we have a small problem.'

'Which is?'

'There's no phone here.'

'No phone?'

'No. No televisions, radios, computers or faxes.'

'That's great. How do you communicate with the outside world?'

'We walk.'

'Walk?'

'Yeah. If we want to talk to someone we just walk over to see them.'

'What if they live too far away?'

'No one you want to talk to lives too far away,' James said with a grin.

'Old man, you talk in riddles and I'm not sure I want to know why.'

'No mystery. We're just regular people here.'

'And, where is here?'

'Welcome to Analore,' James explained. 'Good old Analore.'

'Analore!' James exclaimed as he eyes moved wildly.

'I've been with you for days. I don't know who you are or where you've taken me. I just need to make sense of all this.'

'Jonah, let's go to my house so we can talk there.'

Once back at the house, James began moving frantically. He kept muttering as he walked from room to room. Finally, he stopped his mad dash.

'Tell me James. What is going on? I can't make sense of what is happening. I'm starting to think I'm crazy. I don't even know what day it is.'

James looked at Jonah who had confusion in his eyes. James pressed his lips together then starting speaking in a hushed voice. 'Analore is a special and magical place. No one is sure how any of us got here or why. It just happens. And to tell you the truth, we're happy. Time doesn't seem to exist. The big clock in the square just rolls around. There is no rhyme or reason. It can say 3:00 or4:00 o'clock and then 10:00 o'clock. Sometimes it stands still, the hands never moving.'

Jonah grew increasingly nervous with this information, but he kept listening. He longed to hear more. James could see the questions on Jonah's face so he continued. 'Well, on certain days when we go into the forest, we can visit the mountains. But, only on certain days. Sometimes the forest opens up and we can travel. On other days, we can't. Well, I Was doing some traveling when I saw you. You seemed so lost and hurt. After hearing your story, I knew you needed Analore like I did. That's why I brought you here.'

Jonah took a deep breath and sat back against the couch. He could barely speak. 'Tell me, James. I'm not dead, am I?'

'I hope not because I'm not.' James pressed on. 'I am lucky, as lucky as anyone anywhere. The young ladies you saw had visited the mountains. We try not to be noticed but sometimes it just happens. If I didn't bring you here you would never have known.'

'How long can I stay?'

'Forever. Analore is ours. It's our home. Others have been brought here and decided to stay. They live here very happily.'

Jonah stared at James in shock. His mind was numb from this conversation. He was struggling to understand the impossible.

'Give it a try. Your pain is great and Analore will ease your tired mind.'

In the streets, Jonah could hear children playing and singing songs. He walked over to the window and opened the shutters so he could look out. Children were running in a circle and singing a song. The words rang through the village as they galloped happily along.

Yes, Analore was a fantastic place. It helped ease Jonah's pain. For theist time in years, he felt marvel and excitement. His lungs filled with the fresh air and the sun toasted his skin. He looked back at James who was standing over the kitchen table.

'Yes, Analore is a beautiful place. I'm glad you brought me here. I hope I can stay. It's all anyone could hope and pray for. It's more than anyone deserves.'

'Yes, it is,' said James, 'Yes, it is.'

That night they dined at home again. Every meal in Analore was a holiday. Everything was done with vigor and zest. Jonah even made conversation with the two young ladies who had finally stopped giggling and blushing. Leslie had even approached Jonah about taking a walk after dinner, but Jonah was too embarrassed and declined.

The two men returned to James' house. Jonah eased his tired body onto the couch and covered himself with a blanket. 'Yes, Analore is great.' With that, Jonah drifted off to sleep.

The next weeks were fantastic. The days were filled with hunting and visiting. On some days nothing was caught, but it didn't matter for there was always plenty back at the village. Everyone was willing to share. Dinner at one another's homes was a grand tradition.

Jonah's and James' friendship continued to grow. Jonah had finally allowed himself to visit with Leslie alone, and they began to take nightly walks. His love for her grew daily, and with each waking moment his feelings became stronger. He could tell her feelings for him were the same. Leslie had shared her own pain. Her brother, Thomas, had died after a long illness. The loss had crushed her family. Mary had raised the family alone and Thomas had always had special needs. He dead before he was two. But, the years he had lived were special. When he finally passed, Leslie, Samantha and Mary's spirits were broken.

They had been brought to Analore by a special friend Mary had met at the market. Since their arrival, they had experienced the joy of Analore. It had also eased their pain.

Leslie had never met anyone like Jonah. He was strong, yet vulnerable. She longed for his presence and love. His passion overcame her. During the day, he would think of her and wondered what Misty would have thought. He had never dated after Misty's death. He felt it would have betrayed her. However, now after all these years, he was sure she would understand.

One night, during their ritual walk, Leslie asked Jonah about Misty. 'Your wife, you loved her very much. Didn't you?'

Jonah looked shocked. He had never discussed Misty with Leslie.

'It was terrible, wasn't it?' Leslie asked.

'Yes. How do you know about Misty?'

'I just do and I want you to know that I understand.'

'I'm sure you do in your own way,' Jonah said sadly.

'I didn't mean to upset you. I just care for you so deeply. I don't want anything between us. We can talk about her.'

As Jonah looked at Leslie, he felt even more love for her. Her concern enveloped him. He reached out for her hand. 'I should have said something to you sooner. I just didn't know how.' Leslie's smile made his heart beat faster.

'My biggest regret is staying trapped in my own horror. Misty would have been furious. She never would have accepted that attitude if she had been alive. She would have wanted me to live life to the fullest. She would have wanted my happiness.'

Leslie took Jonah by the hand and they continued walking through the forest. The moon's glow guided them toward a windmill in the distance. It stood elegant in the meadow.

'This is my favorite place,' Leslie stated. 'I love to visit here. It is so serene.'

They laid down in the meadow and stared up at the stars. Leslie cuddled up to Jonah. His heart raced as she kissed him deeply. His eyes closed as she placed her body over his. They made love in the meadow under the stars, the moon lighting their way. Jonah's passion was uninhibited and quick. The spent lovers fell asleep under the stars. They awoke at morning's first light and journeyed back to their respective homes.

James was fixing breakfast when Jonah returned. 'Early morning or late night?' he inquired.

Jonah ignored his question.

James smiled and had to add, 'Love is grand.' The two men spent the rest of the morning in the house. Both were quiet.

As the days passed, Leslie's and Jonah's love continued to grow. They spent their evenings together and continued to marvel at the magic of Analore. Leslie gave Jonah an inner strength. Her encouragement made him appreciate her love more.

One morning, Jonah awoke to the sound of laughter outside. The townspeople were greeting Jacob who had just returned from a journey. He was telling of the mountains and their excitement. Jacob was experiencing a homecoming like a soldier returning from battle. He was a childlike twenty-five-year old. His straw colored hair was falling slightly over his eyes.

The folks of Analore gathered around him. Jacob was one of the great adventurers. Like James, he enjoyed traveling to the Bluff, but he too had found it difficult to return. He had left soon after Jonah's arrival and had been gone for over a month. It was not unusual for him to be gone for long stays but never this many weeks. Jacob looked over at Jonah standing in the doorway of James' house.

'My friend Jonah, the Bluff was buzzing about your whereabouts. People were scurrying around looking for you. I was found at least three times as they searched under every rock for you. I'm sure they thought I was an oddlooking sort. It took me a good week to find the river and the canoe. It gets more difficult with each journey.'

James glanced over at Jonah and gave a knowing wink. Over the past years, the portal between Analore and the Bluff had grown uncertain. James had observed the tunnel go from easy, daily access to almost disappearing and then as quickly, reappearing at inconsistent intervals. James understood this and spoke to the gathering crowd.

'Men and women,' he said, 'It is obvious that the portal to the Bluff is becoming unpredictable. I advise that no one travel to the Bluff until we find some answers.'

Jonah felt a sadness in his heart. Even though he loved Analore deeply, he enjoyed the thought that he could return to the mountains or maybe even home if he chose. However, he wasn't sure that home was really an option for him, anymore.

Jacob also looked disappointed. He too, enjoyed his travels. He loved the wild, untamed wilderness. He wasn't sure he'd be able to follow James' advice. The call of the wilderness was much too great.

'Tomorrow, I will go to Joad to see Peter,' Jonah stated.

The crowd looked unsettled. Peter lived past the great mountains of Tomar and was considered a strange commander. He was a sage and many thought of him as a mystic. However, he had the answers to Analore. Most of the inhabitants of this place would confess that they knew very little of Analore. They all knew it was a special place, that they were happy there and that was enough for most.

However, the closing of the portal could be a sign of trouble. They all wanted to believe that it meant nothing at all. Only Peter would have the truth. James was the man for the job. He was known to be the greatest traveler in the land. The Tomar mountains could be dangerous and arbitrary. Only the bravest of travelers would risk going there. James had made the trip twice before. He had been successful and spoken with peter about this wondrous place he now called home.

But, he recognized Tomar could be perilous. There were tales of Billy Smith and others venturing there and never returning. However, no one was really sure if something had happened to them or if they had just decided to return to the outside world.

The locals told stories of cruelty and savagery, stories of men eaten by beasts and foul. Supposedly, there were strange, rainbow people standing guard over the edge of the mountains looking for lost souls.

Yes, James had been through the area and understood the danger. He glanced at Jonah and Jonah knew in an instant that the two men would make this journey together. James spoke as the crowd began to fade. 'We'll go see Mary and Leslie. We need to tell them that we're leaving in the morning.'

They walked across the town square, together. It felt like forever, but eventually they reached the women's door. Jonah could see the look of concern on Mary's face as she answered the door. Leslie sat at the table, her face etched with worry.

James never changed his expression when he spoke. He tried to explain what they already knew. 'Tomorrow, we must go to Joad.' As the two men left, they looked over their shoulders at the women they loved. Jonah couldn't shake the bizarre sense he was feeling. A short time ago, he was lost in a changeless world. Where, for him, time had just stood still in his living hell. Now, he was in a constantly changing world where nothing seemed to ever stay the same. He was about to embark on yet another journey with an unknown outcome. It could change his new home, Analore, forever.

This was yet another strange twist of fate. He couldn't help but think how lucky and happy he was in Analore. It was pure. It was odd to hear Jacob speak of the rescue attempts being made for him. It felt as if Jacob was talking about someone else and Jonah was only mildly interested. Jonah knew that since his family's death he hadn't really had a home. Not until he arrived in Analore. Jonah was at peace with that decision.

James entered his home with Jonah close behind. As the two men settle down to sleep, Jonah looked at James and asked the question that had been hanging in the air all day. 'Why are you taking me with you?'

'Why not?' James replied as he was drifting off to sleep. 'We've come along way together. This will just extend our journey.' James began packing as dawn approached. He carefully filled both men's knapsacks to the hilt with supplies. They wouldn't want for anything.

'What's the worry, old man?' Jonah asked. 'You stay prepared regardless.'

James' eyes danced with delight at the anticipation of the trip. 'Well, you can never be too careful. The magic of Analore doesn't always carry to some places in Tomar. We must be prepared.'

For the first time, Jonah felt a sense of danger from James. It was an unsettling moment , and he had to question, 'Will we be safe?'

'Just do as I say,' answered James as the two men walked out the door and into morning's fresh air.

Jonah and James traveled quickly through the forest before arriving at the base of the Tomar Mountains. They looked up as they began climbing high up the side of this great peak. The two men walked steadily up the incline, high into the atmosphere. A path was cut neatly in the side of the mountain. It was beaten and swept clean, although no man had traveled it in years. It was a well worn path.

While the two men continued their climb, Jonah still had time to observe his surroundings. Dry brush and weeds lined the pathway. The dirt fell with delight as each man stepped carefully.

Tomar was different from Analore. It was dry and humid. A hot August summer filled the air. The hair in Jonah's nostrils burned with each breath. The water from the canteen brought the only relief from the burning in his throat.

James kept pushing ahead. He was the fearless leader. He was brave beyond compare and knowledgeable beyond words. James was the true patriarch of Analore.

Evening quickly approached as the two men reached the summit of the first mountain. As night fell, the two men started a fire and prepared their dinner. It was a familiar ritual.

In the air, Jonah and James could hear the sound of distant thunder. It took Jonah a few minutes to realize that it wasn't nature's call but the thunder of man. Drums were beating wildly in the distance and the chants of men and women filled the night's sky.

James' teeth flashed in mad excitement, his skin gleaned and his eyes glazed. His tongue danced over his dry lips, moistening them as he spoke. 'Come, let's see the glory of the world.' He motioned Jonah to follow him. Both men moved delicately as they approached the valley, sneaking along like the sliver of a snake hunting its prey. They quickly eased behind a large bush and watched the scene unfold on the horizon.

They saw brazen men and women dancing naked, except for a few feathers, around a fire. The drums beat a sensual rhythm. Four-four time played deep inside their heads. Jonah's eyes gazed at the scene.

A love call was being sent by the females of the tribe. The call was now soft and sweet. As the people danced, the drums became louder, but the voices of the women stayed low and mesmerizing.

Jonah's mind was in a whirl. The beauty of the song and the custom filled his soul. He was overwhelmed by the imagery he was viewing.

An older man dressed in full gown stood in the center of the circle. It was obvious that he held great authority as all participants' eyes were now totally fixed upon him. Out from one of the shelters that dotted this village came a sensual woman dressed in a transparent white gown. Her dark skin glowed in the firelight. She approached slowly as the others stopped their dancing to watch her. The song became a hushed whisper. She walked through the circle and was greeted by the man of great authority.

Jonah glanced over at James. He, too, was transfixed by the scene in front of their eyes. He nudged him and asked, 'James, what is this?'

James looked at Jonah shyly and whispered, 'It is a marriage between two local villagers. They are called Shaid. I believe this is the second phase of the ceremony. The high priest will marry the young girl to her suitor. Watch as it unfolds.'

The groom followed next. He was wearing a feathered headdress. The two came together and lifted their hands into the air. The high priest forced their two hands together and screeched to the moon. The words spoken were in a language unfamiliar to Jonah, but even he could understand its significance. The two young people were now one. The moon had witnessed the ceremony and the union had been forged in front of all. The couple quietly entered the groom's hut.

A great celebration quickly exploded. Drums pounded madly, their rhyme ripping through the night. A young calf was brought to the fire where an alter had been built. The high priest sacrificed the animal as he shouted and gave thanksgiving to the moon. Dancing continued around the altar where the men stood chanting. The moon shone high in the heavens, burning brighter than a million lights.

James broke Jonah's trance with his words, 'Let's get back. The ceremony is done.' The two men steadfastly made their way back to their campsite. As the men huddled next to the fire, Jonah's mind raced with the scene at the village. He turned to James and asked, 'What do you think it all means?'

'It means they're married,' James laughed. 'Marriage is an important institution and every culture celebrates it. Some with great rituals, some with solemn ceremony, others just throw rice. But it's always a big deal. A man and woman committing themselves to each other is important not just for themselves but for the community. It's actually very simple.'Jonah grinned. James had a way of making everything understandable, even the unimaginable. As their journey continued the next morning, they had to walk around the sleeping village. It had been a long night, and no one was stirring about. James looked at Jonah as they were about to enter the forest path leading to the next mountain.

'Whatever you do son, stay with me,' James said, his steel blue eyes gazing at Jonah.

To Be Continued...

Bio: I reside in Newport News, VA and admire the writing of Edger Allen Poe and John Steinbeck. I am a new web-fanatic and enjoy the thought of its endless possibilities. I have been previously published in The Poet's Edge Magazine, The Daily Press and Poemata. Your comments on my story are welcomed.

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