Have not written in a few days.
Winter Hawk said we must go on a "Vision Quest". I can't go into complete detail of what happened over the course of 7 days, except to say that I had to lick a toad, much against my better judgment, and then saw some very fascinating things I have never seen before and hope to never see again. that is all I will say about that, but i can tell you this...I finally came back to my senses while standing in a cold mountain stream singing Hank Williams "Jambalaya", and I now know what the color blue tastes like.
Jesse, it would seem, done much better than me. I can vaguely remember him dancing around the fire with war paint, sitting on a tree branch hooting like an owl and now, for some reason I cannot fathom, he has resorted to some primitive language made up of clicks, whistles and sounds. I equate it to living in the wilderness with Harpo Marx.
We arrived back at camp, surprised to find what we thought was our rescue. Well, I did anyway. A lone figure stood beside the fire dressed in Camouflage. Before I could yell out to whoever it was, Winter Hawk let out a yelp, ran, and leaped on his back, yelling, "*click*,*click*, *whistle*, *lip pop*, *click*!"
They went down on the ground, rolling around as the bigger one finally turned over, Winter Hawk still clutching to his back. "Nick?....NICK!!!!" Winter Hawk stopped choking him. "*click*?"
When he finally wrestled himself free from Winter Hawk, he stood, wiping himself off, looking back at Winter Hawk with a scowl. Winter Hawk shrugged nonchalantly and walked to the fire.
"How'd you get here? Where's the rest of the rescue party? How'd you know where to find us?"
He put up a hand. "I came home, you guys weren't there. I waited awhile and figured I better come find you."
"Great! You can show us the way back out of here!!!"
"Well, that may be a problem"
"*lip pop*, click*, *whistle*?"
"Jess...I mean, Winter Hawk!! Stop it!!!"
He just stares at me as he walks off, pointing back at me, eyes narrowed."
"*click*, *tongue pop*, *whistle*, *click*, *click*, *cheek flip*, click*"
I shake my head and look back at Nick. "What do you mean may be a problem"
"I don't know how...I got lost looking for you. I just happened up on your camp right before monkey boy jumped on me"
Jesse grabs his spear and points it at Nick, a menacing look in his eyes. "*click*, *click*"
"Yeah, whatever, anyway. How'd you guys get out here?"
I sit down, just tired now. "Your mom left. We have been stuck out here trying to survive ever since. She went to ARIZONA to be with DAKOTA and LIAM. Do you have any idea what it is like to be stuck out here with THAT?!?!' I yell, pointing at Winter Hawk. He replies by looking back at me, raising an eyebrow as he points to himself now. "*click*?....*click*?!?!"
"Yes you!". He just rambles off more clicks and whistles to himself as he looks at the fire, shaking his head now.
Well, did you bring anything with you? Food, a gun, anything?" I ask. "Well, no. I didn't think I would be gone that long"
Winter Hawk starts to laugh loudly, still clicking to himself as he pokes a stick in the fire.
"What's wrong with him?" asks Nick. "You really don't want to know...Really" I answer.
So here we are. Still stuck, still lost, still surviving. And right now, everything would be okay, I could deal with being lost. But Winter Hawk is howling with Chancey and Petey tonight. it's a Full moon.
Maybe I am the one going crazy and just need to be out there howling with them.