A Place for a Night’s Rest?
“As we climb it I get a sudden depressed feeling I’ve been walking up this logging road all my life. . "Dad?" .. "What?" A small bird rises from a tree in front of us. .. "What should I be when I grow up?" .. The bird disappears over a far ridge. I don’t know what to say. "Honest," I finally say. .. "I mean what kind of a job?" .. "Any kind." .. "Why do you get mad when I ask that?" .. "I’m not mad . . . I just think . . . I don’t know . . . I’m just too tired to think . . . . It doesn’t matter what you do." .. Roads like this one get smaller and smaller and then quit. .. Later I notice he’s not keeping up. .. The sun is below the horizon now and twilight is on us. We walk separately back up the logging road and when we reach the cycle we climb into the sleeping bags and without a word go to sleep.“(End Chapter 22.)
Lochsa River Canyon, ID.
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(Photo = 110-1054z.5 ...... ZMM Page = 244 & End Chapter 22 ...... WayPt = 265i5. Photo at 266w 3636ft)