I Just Want to be Left Alone....

I sat up from my bed on the floor, the afghan throw blanket my grandma gave me, slightly rolling off. The cold of the room rolled over me as I sat there. I stifled a yawn, as I stretched, my balls slightly itching. My eyes readjusting to the morning shine, made me squint as I sat there and stretched, the light hit through the "window" of the trailer. My dog looked over to me as she lay there, like I had taken for ever to get up and was just waiting to get out. I rubbed the crust off of my eyes, letting out a yawn doing so.

I dressed quickly and ate some granola from a baggie that I had gotten from my bag, filling up Nanas bowl with some dog food as well. I opened the door and let in the morning air. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the weather seemed to be all around, really good for a hike! I quickly gathered the rest of my camp as it was strewn about in a haphazard mess surrounding the fireplace, ashes of the fire just wafting in the near nonexistent breeze. Nana just sat there and yawned.

The little collapsible camper was made to be toted by a bike, and easy to transport. It was about five by seven feet in floor space, the door on one end, the jurry-rigged fireplace in the other. the camper rested on four bike sized wheels, which were posted on axles and suspension, along with its own breaking system for those slight slopes you don't want to go down. The roof consisted of two good pieces of plywood screwed together with a few pieces of 2x4s as well were held up by four 4x4s'. The walls were just a bunch of waterproof canvas held on by tacking and light ratchet clasps to hold it together. there was only one "window" in one of the "walls", a plastic screen sewn into the left side wall.

I picked up my 357 revolver from next to my bed and put it in the holster which hung next to the door, and slung the holster on in one smooth motion and clipped the holster to my belt. After finishing her bowl of dog food, Nana rushed out and began running. The step was left out as always at night, allowing me to step up and down at the door with ease. The road was clear and the sun was just about to come over the horizon, the light was bleeding over the edge of night and waking the world a new morn. The tundra looked like it was on fire, the lite smoke haze adding to the look. The air smelled fresh with dew, tsura and fireweed. I walked around to my bike, still hooked up to the other end of the trailer. Light glinted on the water off of the lake, birds chirped and flew around. Today I felt like going to the cliff finally, just get that last picture.

"Sigh," I walked over to the side of the road and quickly relieved myself. Afterwards, I slipped on my goggles and started up the motor on my bike, a chainsaw motor fixed up to mount onto my bike when I wanted to go faster. I whistled to Nana, telling her to come back and hop onto the seat I had fixed for her to relax on while we traveled. As soon as she was on, I revved the motor and we were on out way.

The country side passed by in a picturesque haze, greens blues and browns and a hint of pink every now and then were all I could see as the road took me to the place I so needed to find. The cliff I was going to was hidden well up and behind a good amount of mountains, the only trail there was nearly nonexistent and hard to find, if you weren't trying hard enough. I had to wipe bugs off of my goggles multiple times as we sped along, the warm wind rushing about.

It took a good half hour to get to the beginning of the trail, it was densely over grown with willows and alder, I was going to have to walk there. I shut off the bike and locked the engine and chain, effectively hobbling the bike and making it seem like it was broken. I opened the door to my camper and gathered up my backpack and other camping equipment. As we were about to leave, I smiled and locked the camper as well.

Nana and I had been walking most of the day by the time we were almost there, but we knew something was following us, Nana had been anxious most of the way up. It took us a while, well it took me a while and Nana took her time with me like any good companion would. The time seemed to go by in a blur till I felt the edge of the cliff before I even saw it, the feeling you get when you find the one thing you are meant for just flooded my senses, till I heard Nana begin to bark at something. She only barks at bigger things than herself.

I turned around to see a brown bear charging me barely thirty feet away, it had been the one that was stalking us... now I knew why, it was a man killer. I flicked out the revolver and began backing up. Nana tried to distract it till I aimed down the sights and began popping off rounds into it and it charged me, as it came closer, fear flooded me. 'Three, Two, One,' As the last bullet slammed home in the bear it slid like a freight train, the boar came and rammed into me, first I felt the weight, then even worse, weightlessness. Air rushed by as I contemplated weather or not I would actually have that death inducing fear driven heart-attack.

As if to answer, I felt like I was being ripped apart and put back together, cell by cell, agony ripped through me. Lights flooded my vision as the feeling of gravity resumed. The bear was above me, but it looked different, like it was somehow bigger than before. The last thing I noticed was that my arms looked like they were scaled and clawed like an eagles legs before I blacked out.