AT SUNSET POINT WITH MOM_(0)

AT SUNSET POINT WITH MOM
The vista spread before him wasn’t landscape!

by Oediplex (writing as TrojanSnake)


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{be sure to look for the ‘bonus boner’ at the end!}

It was just a most beautiful day, on a late May morning, I really wanted to get out of the house. Marty suggested a picnic, we hadn’t had one in several years, and it was the perfect thing to do. Marty got behind the wheel, and I thought he was going to the town park, which has a lovely little lake; with picnic tables, grills and such for families. But he went past it on out to the boondocks. We were miles away from town, beyond far into the surrounding farm land. He turned off on a dirt road and drove for about five minutes before he parked.

“Trust me, mom.” was all he said. I took the basket and he grabbed the cooler and the blanket we had brought. There was a path through the woods, though you couldn’t see it from the road. It was not well used, but still you could follow it by the worn earth, like an old Indian trail. It wended its way uphill, the trees were in blossom and it was quite pretty. Then suddenly we were in a clearing. The middle was a thick carpet of pine needles and moss. It was quiet and there couldn’t have been a soul around for a long ways. But that wasn’t the real charm of the place.

It was bordered on the far end by a cliff. We had come to a high overlook to a deep valley, where orchards and meadows were all in bloom. The colors ran across the panorama like a painting. It was breath taking. “Where are we? How do you know about this spot?”

“This is state land.” he answered, “It isn’t an official park, but just a nature persevere. This is called “Squaw Point”, it has to do with an old native American legend, from the local tribe. I’ll tell you about that later, but let’s eat, I’m starved!”

I was a bit peckish myself by that time, so I agreed. We spread out the blanket, set out the goodies and commenced to chow down. There were butterflies, and dragonflies, and even a humming bird buzzing around. The birds were chirping, the air was perfumed with the scent of the flowers that the breeze from the valley carried to us. It was the most enchanted place. “I can see why the Indian gals loved this locale!” I exclaimed, almost high on the peacefulness.

“Oh the best is yet to come!” My boy said with a tone that meant he was holding back a vital fact. But his smile conveyed he was keeping it a secret for later. “Let’s go for a stroll!” He pulled me to my feet. “Just watch out for poison ivy, and moose droppings!”

I laughed, Are you shitting me? Moose poop? What’s that look like?”

“Oh you’ll smell it before you see it, but it’s like deer scat, only bigger.”

“At least I know what a cow pattie looks like, but I’m more worried about poison ivy.”

“There’s no cattle grazing on this land, and no hunting either, it’s a state preserve for game and bird wild life. I know about it from looking on a map to find good camping when I was a scout. I only came here once before. A buddy of mine, who belongs to the local tribe, told me about the lookout point, and said the sunset was spectacular. He’s the one who shared the legend of the Indian Princess and the Light of the Great Spirit.”

“What was the story?”

“It’s better to show you when we get back, it will be about sunset by then.”

“All right, you’ve got my curiosity aroused!” We traveled for a little while longer through the silvan wonderland, then headed back. I was proud of my son, who led the way, through the thickets, finding the easiest routes, but never loosing his way. We came back to the clearing in due course.