|Kevin M Klerks||
September 10, 2016
I am waiting on coffee, after half an hour it is almost ready. I ate my MRE in less time than it takes to brew a pot of coffee.
Rain is rare in this area, as the forecast tells of another two to six millimetres of rain expected to come today. It is the most rain they have had in years, following the least snow and low river levels, sounds familiar to me. Between July third and September third in Nordegg we probably had ten full days without rain, that means forty-two days it rained at some level within the day or night. It is a chilly fourteen degrees out right now. I think it must be a couple degrees cooler here in the river valley. It is supposed to be more favourable weather tomorrow with the sun returning for the week.
It took an eternity to brew a pot of coffee, and now, after about twenty minutes my cup is still too hot to drink.
Afternoon – I have ventured to a ridge south of town, below me I can see a hydro canal, cows, and a relatively quiet road. They like to take up space in Lillooet, the residential lots, the commercial, even the structures themselves are spread out to cover much land and appear much larger than they are. The natives live in poor housing but have more money than they appear. Each driveway has at least one or two vehicles and in the one trailer a fifty-inch television set in the window.
When in Nunavut I was given an Inuit name, it was the name given to someone before so I took little value in it. But as I read of the native tribes and their histories I find that it is not a bad thing to be named from another. I saved a piece of cardboard with the name on it, I should include it in here later.
A train with two engines and thirty-four cars in tow is leaving Lillooet Canadian National Railway station. And so, I depart from my perch and return to camp.
Mid Afternoon – I walked up an old road into the south hills. I know the area is called desert-like but that name was proven with the presence of cacti, yes green cactus growing on the hillside. At first, I thought it was my imagination but a second pass by the spot proved it was very real and thriving.
I just realized today that all my receipts were kept safe in the back pocket of my journal, the one I burned to a crisp yesterday.
Evening – The pen burned. It started at the top, fueled by ink and plastic… blood and body. It burned with an eerie greenness to the flame. It burned as a wick, from top to bottom but unlike a wick the tip was spared until the end. All that remains beneath an undying flame is an oval shaped pool of blackness one can only presume to be the ink. A fitting end, to burn until every drop of blood was given, and then, in the blink of an eye to vanish from existence. The pen is mightier than the sword until it faces fire that is. The pen in flames burns and dies, the sword in flame might bend but it would not end.
I plan to be up late tonight, just as I did last night. Tonight, I have fire and fur and drink; and with that I toss another log on the fire. It is warm but it is vodka just the same. Looking down into the red-hot coals I think I should have saved the cap but it’s too late now. I guess I will have to drink the whole bottle now.
A passing train is creating a strange waterfall noise in the direction of the hill to town. The winds have picked up and ominous gray clouds are approaching our valley. The train whistle sounds off as it snakes its way through the town above.
I am sleeping, in total, about nine hours per night. The walls of my truck block more irritations than expected. I was told that a truck went down the hill early the other morning using its engine brakes. I did not hear a thing. I know that most towns have made it illegal to do so, so they must be quite loud.
I do not understand the moon here. Last night it peeked over the hill and took forever to show itself. Tonight, it started higher in the sky to the left and is slowly making its way back to the point from last night, it’s movements defy logic.
Another train passed just as the first left but it sounds like one of them is still east of the river.
Night – I am sitting here waiting for the coals to die down enough for me to consider it justified in drowning them. I am tired but when I finally do pack it in for the night I fully intend to finish another twenty-five pages of “Dorian Gray” at least.
Later – The Royal Canadian Mounted Police have a truck sitting at the intersection of ninety-nine and the road up to Lillooet. They are either waiting for drunk people to come down the hill from the bar or they are watching the campers here in the valley. A crew camping near the entry were kicked out of three hotels in town for bad behaviour and they have a campfire circle going tonight. I seem to be plagued with health issues when it comes to the lower mid portion of my body. The mystery nerve issue, the thigh nerves issue, weight gain, umbilical hernia, kidney stones, mucus, hemorrhoids, oh and the irritated prostate are all connected to the stress I feel at my current job I think.
A woman in line at the gas station had this indescribable ‘fresh’ scent about her, I’m not sure what it was but it was nice standing near her. I have never sensed such a refreshing scent on a woman before. I should have had the balls and just asked her, it would not be the first time I did something potentially embarrassing and personal.
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