A Short Hike

“Is it much further?” Rufus asked.

“A fair way I’d say. We haven’t reached the river yet.”

“At least its a good track and I guess the shade of the trees makes it cooler in here.” They tramp on, in silence.

“I think I can hear water.” Charlie said after another thirty minutes of silent trudging. Rounding a corner the river now snaked beside them with a deafening roar. Suddenly they find themselves on the edge of the forest. They blink in the unexpected sunlight, so bright after the dappled light created by the thick canopy they were walking through.

“How the hell do we get across that?” Rufus demanded.

“Walk, I guess.” Charles surged forward without hesitation.

“Well I’m not going into that in my shoes. I’ll take them off.”

Charles watched from the other bank. Rufus, barefooted struggled to keep upright on the slippery rocks.

“Damn!”  The splash seemed large as Rufus landed on his bottom.’

“You’re going to have trouble walking in those wet clothes.” Charles laughed.

Rufus threw his shoes to the ground. “And now you’re going to tell me we have to climb that” he said, staring at the peak that towered above them.

“Fraid so.”

Squelching sounds came from Rufus’ shoes. Now, out from the shade of the trees the day was febrile. “It’d better be worth it. I’ve got a friction burn between my legs, blisters on my feet and these bloody rocks are going to be the death of me.”

“You’re nearly there.”

“Wow.”  Rufus turned around. “What a view. Three hundred and sixty degrees. Wow. You can see miles. You’re right, Charles. Its fantastic. Tell you what though. I’ll be practicing my pole vaulting for next time.”

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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8 Responses to A Short Hike

  1. xbox2121 says:

    I just realized something in your writing. You gave the ability to change from a formal type of writing to a less formal type like this short story. I struggle to find one style I cant begin to understand how you can make a 180 so to speak in your style 🙂

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  2. I haven’t really thought about that but will now give it some thought and let you know if I work out what I do. Probably has to do with the language I use but I will think on. Thanks for the thought.

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  3. xbox2121 says:

    Good Morning Irene, I have tried a couple of times on my computer and on my phone to view the post you made today. I keep getting file not found error, not sure but I don’t think the problem is on my end ?

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  4. Great post! Sometimes the climb is worth it!

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  5. Charli Mills says:

    Sometimes the hardest hike leads to the greatest view.

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