Self Apocalypse: The Beginning

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Author: John French
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out of reach, you know?  I fished for a while before I finally reeled in an eight inch brookie.  Not bad for a slow morning I thought.  I didn’t waste time cleaning him out, and pan frying him on the red coals left in the fire pit.  It had been a long time since I had trout for breakfast, or at all for that matter.  The bear was obviously gone, as he didn’t come back to savor the aroma of my fresh catch slowly cooking.  I turned on the radio and found a station that came in pretty clear.  There weren’t too many of those here.  A little music and another cup of coffee after breakfast would see my early morning come to an end.  It was amazing how time seemed to just float by while you were out here.  It was as though you couldn’t get as much done as you would back home.  I’m sure I was moving slower than normal though, now that I was relaxed. 
     
    I didn’t waste any more time.  I began cleaning up around the camp, and got the rest of my gear into the camper.  I chopped some of the wood that was stacked, and started to sharpen the blade on the scythe.  I only managed to cut down half the tall grass I wanted to before I needed to jump in the river to cool off.  It was extremely hot out today, and the humidity was almost too much to withstand.  A quick dunk in the river was all it took to refresh myself.  I was actually ready to cut some more grass just to warm up again.  I had completely forgotten how cold the river could be.  I cut the rest of the grass down, and tried cutting back some of the bushes.  That didn’t work out so well, so I took out the shears and used those.  By late afternoon the area was looking more like a homestead than an abandoned camp.  I started feeling good about the whole ordeal and decided to take another dunk in the river.  Once I was cooled off I rummaged through the cooler to see what I could fix up for a late lunch.  Peanut butter and jelly was on today’s menu.  While I was eating I looked proudly on today’s accomplishments.  That’s when I saw that the camper windows were still shut.  Just the screen door was letting in air.  I walked into the camper, (which now was acting like an oven), and opened the windows.  There was a slight breeze starting to kick up outside, so it would cool off by the time I went to bed.  At least that was theory. 
     
    I finished my lunch then went swimming one more time before picking up the tools.  I spent the remainder of the day fishing until the sun began to fade.  I couldn’t resist jumping into the river one more time.  I would be cool the rest of the night now.  All in all it wasn’t a bad day.  Tomorrow I would have to remember to open up the camper in the morning.  It was already beginning to get a little chilly out.  It’s funny how the mountains vary so widely in temperature.  I sat by a small fire for time planning out tomorrow.  I would go for a hike, and most likely do a little more fishing.  Man, is it great to be on vacation, even if it was mandatory.
     
    It was a little after sunrise when I got out of bed.  I didn’t wake to any tremors, but I did hear something snooping around outside.  I opened the camper door, and sure enough that big bruin was sniffing around the camp again.  “Go on now.” The bear just looked up at me, then understanding my soft words returned back to the woods.  He was obviously curious about his new neighbor.  I just hoped he wouldn’t do anything to the camper after I left to return home.  I went straight to my new morning routine of starting a fire and brewing the morning’s coffee.  I turned on the radio for some music and enjoyed another peaceful start to a new day with a fresh cup of coffee.  I made a small lunch and day pack for the afternoon, and began to plan where I would go hiking.  I chose the rocky peak overlooking the camp.  I had climbed it a few times before with my father.  It offered a demanding view of the camp and valley below. 

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