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Forgotten

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I wasn’t high on a ridge in Bozeman like the night before. I was on cross country skis in the South West part of Montana at a ski area called Chief Joseph Pass. I was a long way from my nightly view of the Absorka Range. I was skiing out in front of a small group and started to wonder why my mood was so rotten lately. Was it adventure deficit syndrome or just plain crankiness due to old age and lack of sleep? I skied on and continued to ponder.

Soon I approached a intersection and stopped to wait.  On the far side of the trail I spotted a park bench.  “Odd”, I said to myself and skied over to it.  I backed up to the bench and sat down. I looked into the sky and thought back to all the summer evenings I sat looking at the stars. Then two of the stars seemed to fall from the sky. Then grow larger and before I could react came right at me. I closed my eyes. Obviously I was sleep deprived and started to hallucinate.

When I opened them two beautiful women where sitting on each side of me. Ok! Yes, I had finally lost my mind.

“The group needs you Bill”

“Yea … they grow comfortable inside and have forgotten the path of the beam”

“You must bring them outside and lead them away from the creeping rotten death that surrounds the human dwellings”

I came back to reality, I hoped anyway, sitting on a log. I tried to shake off the small vision I just had when the small band of friends skied up to me and asked what to do next.  I suggested we should make our way to the cabin. 

Once inside the scenery changed from pristine moonlit landscapes to colorful  sweaters and wonderfully smelling food. Chairs, tables, and dishes.  Everything that makes a cabin the the woods comfortable.  And there was a feast taking place were everyone was busy eating and chatting about the days events.

“What is everyone doing tomorrow”, I asked.

“Maybe we should see if we could do that long snowmobile trail all the way to that forest service cabin.  I can ride my Mukluk and you all can ski. It will take all day. What do you say?”

All eyes gave me a concerned look for just a moment; or did I just image it? I felt invisible and started to explain further when the room erupted back into a mixture of talk and clanking sounds of silverware.

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