ART BY GRACE WOODS
The SUV barreled along the narrow mountain road, kicking gravel in its wake. On the left, an endless wall of rock stretched to the clouds. On the right, a cliff dropped down a thousand feet. Sasha slurped her Coke and rammed a weatherbeaten sneaker further into the gas pedal, tearing around another tight corner.
“But if I got on an airplane in Philadelphia and flew to Seattle fast enough, I would arrive a few hours earlier, right? I’ve technically gone back in time. So if I kept flying west, I would keep going further back in time! Therefore, time travel is possible.” Sasha tilted her head back so Adam could hear her in the back seat, never taking her eyes off the road.
Adam leaned forward to respond, shifting his gangly limbs around the backpack at his feet. “No, because you aren’t actually going back in time, you’re just jumping timezones! Lupita, you’re the one with the physics degree,” He turned to his petite fiancée next to him in the back seat. “Explain it to this peasant.”
Lupita rubbed her eyes and continued staring listlessly out the window. “I’m too carsick to care right now. Just keep your eyes on the road, Sasha.”
“And maybe slow down a little?” Trevor clung to the handle above the passenger side door, his ponytail bobbing with the car’s treacherous assault. “We can’t see around these corners and I don’t think this road is wide enough for two–”
Sasha swerved wildly. The air exploded into screams and obscenities. Trevor grabbed for the wheel, desperate to keep them from plummeting off the mountainside. All was dust and gravel and chaos as the vehicle spun. Then stillness. The four travelers hardly dared to breathe while the car settled. Adam cautiously peeked out his window: their right rear tire was dangling over the abyss. He whistled.
“Sasha, very slowly—very carefully—pull forward to the left,” he said.
Ever so slightly, Sasha pried her foot from the brake and inched the car to solid ground.
“Everybody in one piece?” she asked.
Lupita piped up, barely loud enough to be heard, “Well, I’m not carsick anymore.”
Sasha held her trembling hands over the steering wheel. “I’m…there was a bear cub in the road. We turned a corner and there it was, just in the middle of the damn road! What was it doing there?!”
Trevor looked down the windshield at the dirt ahead of them. “Well it’s not there now. Must have taken off.”
Sasha erupted, “It bounced off the fender like a trampoline and tumbled down the cliff!”
“Geez…” Trevor leaned back, wiping his sweaty hands on his cut-offs.
Sasha wasn’t disturbed by the incident itself. In fact, she was left remarkably unfazed by the whole affair. No, what upset her was how silly she found the image of the cub careening to its death. She loved animals! She tried going vegan once a few years back in college! Why did she find this so funny? She pounded the steering wheel a few times to drive the image out of her head.
Adam tried to bring the temperature of the car back down. “We’ve got to report this. We should go back to Port Angeles and let somebody know.”
“There’s a ranger cabin at the lake, and it’s usually occupied this time of year,” Trevor offered. “I’ve hiked the trail we’re heading for plenty of times; there will be somebody there we can tell.”
Adam awkwardly crossed his legs again and frowned. Lupita cut in, more assertive this time, “Let’s vote on it. I say we go on to the lake. Our permits are only good for the next three nights, and if we go back we won’t have time to start hiking before nightfall. If Trevor says there’s a ranger at the lake, I vote we go on now. All in favor?”
Both Trevor and Lupita had their hands up. Sasha shakily raised her hand as well.
“I’m fine, just shaken up a bit. Let’s not waste the light,” she said.
Without waiting for Adam to object, she threw the car into gear and pulled forward.
“Hold up!” Lupita gasped from the back of the line.
Sasha closed her eyes and leaned against a tree, happy somebody else called the halt. She used to hike with her family as a teenager but that was about ten years ago, and she was more out of shape now than she liked to admit. Everyone was dripping sweat and gulping air into their lungs…all except Trevor, who impatiently held point a good twenty feet ahead.
“After these switchbacks we’ve only got another mile,” he said, glancing up at the sun beating down on their heads, “so at this pace I’d say we’ll get there by next week.”
Lupita unclipped her pack and started searching the shrubs on the side of the trail.
“Two years ago I came to Moose Lake with my family,” she explained. “On the way back, we stopped around here and I stepped on a hornet’s nest—threw my gear into the bushes.”
She poked the sprigs nervously, as if she expected the nest would still be there. “By the time we got back to the car, I noticed that I’d lost my rosary. I was hoping maybe it would still be here.”
Trevor scratched his head, “Two years? Unlikely. Between the weather, critters, other hikers, and trail maintenance, that thing is long gone.”
Sasha shot Trevor a reprimanding glare, seeing how long she could stretch out this breather. “Oh let her look. It’s important to her, Trev.”
She playfully fired a squirt from her water bottle at him. Trevor laughed and gathered up what remained of his dignity.
“Take your time, Lupita,” he resented.
Adam pulled a small canteen out of a side pocket and took a swig. Sasha wrinkled her nose.
“Aren’t you supposed to stay hydrated on the trail?” she said.
Adam answered, “What? This is technically a liquid! Want a taste, Trevor?”
Trevor shook his head and smiled. “No thanks.”
Sasha cut in, “Trevor doesn’t touch the stuff because unlike you, Adam, he’s a good, saintly boy. Me, on the other hand?”
She swiped the canteen and took a gulp. “I’ve got plenty of vices.”
Lupita returned crestfallen to the trail and Adam helped her hoist her pack back up on her back, “No luck. Oh well, it’s not important. Just a little cheapo travel rosary—never even got it blessed. It just felt comfortable in my hand, you know? Like if the trail got rough, I could touch the beads and melt into them like nothing else existed.”
She shook her head bashfully, like a little girl who just exposed a personal secret. Trevor shrugged and returned to the trail.
Sasha winked. “I get you girl. It’s like my charm bracelet.”
“You aren’t wearing a bracelet!” Adam grinned.
Sasha rolled her eyes. “And Lupita isn’t holding a rosary. Sometimes you just outgrow things.”
She dropped to a knee to re-tie her faded sneakers.
“Those things look like they’ve outlived their mileage.” Adam nodded to Sasha’s shoes which looked like they were held together by superglue and prayers.
“You know how difficult it is for me to find comfortable shoes?” She patted her vintage footwear. “Sure they’ve got a little character, but unlike people, they haven’t let me down yet. I’m gonna ride these babies to the grave.”
Adam and Lupita squeezed by Sasha and continued into the ravine. Sasha straightened and took a moment to soak in the nature. She loved the forest trails back in town, but you couldn’t get seclusion like this there. Nothing for miles but trees and wildlife. They hadn’t even met another soul on the trail today, a benefit of coming out in the fall instead of the busy summer season.
The greenery had faded slightly to a deep yellow, but purple flowers still dotted the rocky plains. She shielded her eyes to see farther up the mountain, beyond a patch of evergreens. Something moved along a distant ridge, keeping pace with the hikers. A deer? No, too bulky for that. Possibly a moose?
The bear cub dropped its jaw in surprise before bouncing comically off the hood of the car, performing a somersault off the thousand-foot drop.
Sasha angrily shook the incident from her head, shouldered her pack, and ran to catch up with her companions.
Whizzzzz plop!
The lure sank into the lake’s dark depths. Adam slowly reeled the line in, pulled the hook out of the water, and cast again.
Whizzzzz plop!
Sasha stalked out of the thick bushes that lined the bank behind him.
“How’s the fishing, John Lurie?” she said.
“Who?” he asked.
“It’s a guy from an old show. Kind of a parody of…never mind. Just an obscure reference.”
Whizzzzz plop!
She took a deep breath and adjusted her plan of attack. “Say Adam, I was thinking about the sleeping arrangements and I was wondering if you could convince Lupita to swap tents with Trevor tonight.”
Adam kept his eye on the line. “That would put me and Lupita together alone in a tent…not to mention you and Trevor.”
He knowingly looked at Sasha from the corner of his eye. She shoved her thumbs into her pockets and pouted.
“Well you guys are as good as married anyway!” she ribbed him with her elbow. “Besides, with how puritanical you two are, it isn’t like you’re going to be doing anything in there anyway.”
Adam pulled the dripping line in and cast again.
Whizzzzz plop!
“You do whatever you want to do, Sasha, but Lupita and I aren’t comfortable sharing a tent alone together and that’s that. Besides,” he smiled, “I thought you were looking forward to a girl’s night in.”
Sasha buried the toe of her sneaker into the damp gray sand. “Yeah that sounds fun but…I’d like to get to know Trevor a little better too, you know? Just the two of us. Alone.”
She hurriedly backtracked when she saw Adam’s disapproving glance. “Oh don’t worry you old prude, we won’t get up to any hanky panky or whatever you Bible-thumpers call it. I just want to talk with him. We’ve spent a lot of time together but all I really know is that he likes to hike and doesn’t drink or smoke pot. I want to learn more about him, and yeah–”
She cheekily sidled uncomfortably close to Adam, “–I want a big strong man to snuggle with when it gets cold at night.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Adam chewed over his next words carefully, “we’ll keep the sleeping arrangements as is—you girls in one tent, us boys in the other—but,” he smiled playfully, “I’ll play informant for you. Guys open up more honestly to other guys, that’s just science. I’ll see if there’s any dirt to dig up and report back to you in the morning.”
Sasha grinned. “Okay fine, but after that I want the whole morning just for me and Trevor undisturbed.”
Adam motioned to the darkening forest with a flourish, “You can have the whole mountain range to yourselves tomorrow.”
Sasha shivered in the chill of the deepening twilight and retreated back into the underbrush, leaving Adam to continue to fail to catch fish on his own. She smiled to herself. Lupita had been a friend since childhood, and it made sense that she’d get engaged to a man just as up-tight as she was, but like Lupita, Adam was too clever for his own good, despite appearances. They will cause a lot of trouble together in the future, and their kids will be absolutely devious. She could play by their rules for one weekend.
Whizzzzz plop!
Adam sighed. Nothing biting tonight, it was going to be freeze-dried stroganoff for dinner after all. Three more casts and he’ll call it a night.
Whizzzzz plop!
A haunting mist settled over the lake. The sun was retreating quickly now, casting shadows that melted into each other. The rocks and trees were now little more than paper cut-outs.
Whizzzzz plop!
Adam stopped reeling in the line to listen for a moment. A deep huffing sound gave off a slight steam to his left. He turned to peer into the darkness. About fifteen feet off, a bulky mound shifted its weight. A black bear sitting on the edge of the lake, looking at him.
Adam held his breath. He’d never seen one in person, but it seemed bigger this close than he’d imagined. When confronted with a bear, you should make yourself up as big as you can and yell at it to scare it off, right? Or was that cougars? Drat, he wished Trevor was here right now.
He slowly brought his line in, hardly daring to move. The furry black shape didn’t give any signs of stirring. Adam hooked his lure to the reel and groped down for his tackle box. In the darkness, he knocked it off its rock, spilling its contents onto the rocky bank.
Adam swore under his breath and, without taking his eyes off the bear, reached down to return the tackle to its case. The jar of salmon eggs…the spare fishing line…the lures…that should be everything–
He yelped and crouched in pain when a hook dug into his finger. Before he had time to look up, the bear’s jaws were already upon his windpipe.
Trevor pounded on the cabin door and was once again met with silence.
“Yeah there’s nobody there,” he said.
Lupita shivered and rubbed her arms to warm herself. “I thought you said this ranger cabin is staffed in the fall.”
“It is! Well…early fall.” Trevor peeked through the grimy windows. “If business is slow they might leave it a little earlier in the season.”
He glanced over the abandoned campground.
Sasha nervously checked her phone again. “Neither of you still getting any bars?”
They shook their heads.
“You might be lucky enough to get some reception back up the pass, but nothing out here,” Trevor said.
Lupita turned back down the straggly trail that led to the lake’s shore when Sasha gently—yet firmly—gripped her shoulder.
“With Adam missing, I don’t think we should split up, especially in this darkness,” she said.
Lupita shook her off. “I’m just going back to the beach. Maybe we missed something. Trevor, can I trade you the flashlight for your lantern?”
“We’ll come with you, Lupita. Let’s all swing by the camp first, in case he’s there waiting for us, then we’ll scour the beach as a group.”
Lupita shot her hand out. “Please Trevor. The lantern.”
Trevor hesitated for a moment, then ruefully surrendered the lantern. He and Sasha watched Lupita’s light flicker and bob as it disappeared into the undergrowth. Sasha shivered and Trever threw an arm around her.
“Back to the camp?” he asked.
Sasha nodded and leaned her head on Trevor’s shoulder as the two of them wandered back down the trail. A million “what ifs” flew through her mind. What if she had thought to leave Adam a walkie-talkie? What if she had waited to return to camp with him after their talk on the shore? What if he wandered up the wrong path and was now lost in the darkness? What if he was really hurt somewhere?
Sasha shook the idea out of her head. Why was she assuming the worst? Adam may be a little backwards but he wasn’t some incompetent child. He knew how to handle himself. Right now she needed to think of Lupita. Being so small (she looked young for her age), Lupita had spent her life fighting to be respected. She took pride in her composure, and never let people see when she was upset.
But Sasha always knew.
Sasha grabbed another flashlight as soon as they reached the empty camp,
“I’m going after her, Trev. Lupita shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“Alright, we’ll go together,” he said.
A beam of light flitting through the bushes as Lupita stumbled into the camp, sobbing through tortured breaths.
“I…I checked the rocks on the beach…found—oh god—there was blood on the ground…” She dropped Adam’s dented tackle box in the dirt and sobbed uncontrollably into her hands.
Trevor whisked two walkie-talkies out of his pack and tossed one to Sasha. “Take us, Lupita. We stick to a group. If there is something out there, it’ll be more frightened of us if we’re together.”
He grabbed Lupita’s shoulders, forcing her watery eyes up. “If he was jumped by something, he likely scared it off when he fought back. If he’s out in these woods, he’s hurt and needs our help. He needs your help, Lupita.”
He grabbed a jacket from his pack and threw it around Lupita. Sasha stood dumbstruck. This was a side of Trevor she’d never seen before. He had focused his devil-may-care adventurousness into command. It was like he had thrown a switch. For the first time she realized that she’d never seen him as much more than a playmate, a diversion from all her problems to laugh and have fun with. She enjoyed his company, sure, but she didn’t actually know him.
Seeing Lupita break down made Sasha wonder why she still didn’t feel anything. Was it the adrenaline? Again she remembered the incident with the cub and the old anger bubbled up.
A twig snapped in the darkness.
The trio stiffened. Sasha could hear a crick bubbling along a quarter mile away but no sounds of wildlife. No owls, no scamper of mice, just eerie stillness.
Lupita screamed as an open maw emerged from the shadows, engulfed her shoulder, and hoisted her into the air. Her legs wheeled aimlessly while the teeth sank deeper into muscle tissue. Trevor stood dumbstruck, taking in the sheer size of the monster in front of him. Black bears were only supposed to grow to six feet or so, but this thing towered to at least eight. What law of nature had been broken to sanction this creature’s existence? Shaking off the shock, he jumped into action and scooped up a nearby ice ax. Within seconds, its serrated edge was lodged in the monster’s hide.
The bear tossed the tiny woman aside like a broken toy and snapped at this new opponent. The ax wrenched itself out of Trevor’s hands and the animal crushed his legs under the full weight of its bulk. Barely thinking, Sasha grabbed a nearby can of insect repellant and ignited the spray with her lighter. The flames licked forward, bathing the circle of trees in a crimson glow. The trail of flame singed Trevor’s hair as it consumed the bear’s snout its snout in hell’s breath.
Roaring in confused pain, the bear stormed off into the night. Before Sasha could attend to Trevor, he barked out, “Check on Lupita!”
Sasha pushed the underbrush away to get to Lupita’s broken body. She startled at the torn, bloody carnage the beast had left behind, but clenched her teeth and bent down to examine her friend. Lupita’s shoulder had been torn open and her clavicle crushed. She stared up into the night, conscious but not seeming to be aware of her surroundings.
Sasha gasped, “Lupita, oh please, Lupita don’t…”
She turned back to Trevor. “She’s alive! Trevor, she’s alive but she’s…she doesn’t look good! Help me move her to the tent!”
“No!” Trevor pulled himself up by a nearby branch. “Don’t move her! We’ve got to–”
He stumbled back and cursed loudly.
Sasha flew to his side. “What’s wrong?”
“Damn thing broke my leg when it came down on me,” he answered. “There’s no way I’ll be able to walk on it.”
He reached up and grasped Sasha’s head in his trembling hands. “Sasha, Lupita needs medical attention now or she’s going to die. You need to run up the pass until you get cell reception and call for help.”
Anxiety flooded through Sasha, turning her bones to jelly. Still no tears came.
She stammered, “No, Trevor, you need me here. You-you-you can’t move with that leg, and somebody needs to tend to Lupita–”
“Lupita will die if you don’t.”
Sasha’s anxiety broke into anger. “That thing is still out there, Trevor! What if it comes back while I’m gone? What if…what if it comes for me when I’m alone out there in the dark?”
She buried her face in his breast and shuddered. Struggling through the pain, Trevor stroked her hair.
“What happened to the woman who recklessly tore down a mountain road at 60 miles an hour?” he asked. “You scared the shit out of me then! Let’s just say I’m returning the favor now.”
She laughed despite herself, and pulled away. “You jerk.”
“Besides,” he continued, “you barbecued that bear pretty good. I don’t think it’s coming back, and if it does,” he brandished the can of bug spray, “we know how to take care of it, right? As for you–”
He removed a blue wristband with the inscription 1 Year Sober and slapped it on her wrist.
“–you’ll have what little strength I’ve got left to help you.”
She squeezed him briefly despite his grunt of discomfort, then gathered up the lantern and jogged up the trail.
Still, the tears didn’t come.
Even in the dark, it was faster going up the trail than it was coming down. Uninhibited by the weight of a backpack, Sasha now sprang up the trail. The swaying light of the lantern threw unearthly shadows from every root and boulder. She only had what, two miles to go? She swung the lantern in one hand while watching her cell phone in the other. She just needed one bar of reception.
The rock that caught her sneaker must have been jagged, because it tore the rubber off the toe. Sasha yelled as she stumbled forward, crushing the lantern out beneath her weight. Her whole world was wheeling stars, empty shapes, and tearing brambles for a second or two before she settled in a dry thicket.
She tested her limbs—please oh please may nothing be out of place. Left leg moves alright. Right leg is a little sore but I can move it just fine. Right arm is good (still grasping the cell phone). Left arm–
She felt her left hand touch something smooth hanging from a splintered branch. Her fingers searched further until they grasped a circle of beads terminating in a wooden cross. Lupita’s rosary!
Sasha sucked her breath in. Something was lumbering up the trail about ten feet away. Lying. in the bushes, not daring to move, Sasha strained to see through the darkness. She could hear that unmistakable snuffling as the injured bear trotted up the same path she had just been taking. Sasha tightly gripped the cross. When the bear passed her hiding spot, the ice ax still sticking out of its hide whacked her knee, and she stifled a yelp.
The bear half turned, pricking its ears. She could see its burnt snout rasping, silhouetted against the stars as it tried to catch her scent. Closer, closer, it backtracked towards her…
Sasha squeezed her eyes shut and dug the corners of the cross into her palm until it drew blood.
A frightened rabbit bolted near Sasha’s head, foolishly running across the predator’s path. The bear reared back in surprise, shook itself, then continued up the trail.
Sasha counted the minutes, paralyzed to her hiding spot. She jumped when her cell phone buzzed in her hand, then slowly brought the screen up to her face and breathed a sigh of relief: one bar.
Sasha was caressing Trevor’s head while a paramedic attended to his broken leg. Outside the tent, she heard the whir of a rescue helicopter and the hubbub of the rescue team.
“On a scale of 1-10, how’s the pain?” the paramedic asked.
Trevor grimly smiled, “Well it’s not as bad as that time I broke my thumb in a car door, so I’m going to go with a 7.”
“It’d be a lot lower if I administered something to take the edge off.”
“Thanks but I’d rather not. You do your thing, doc.”
Sasha shook her head and looked down at the milestone wristband he had handed her. There was still so much about Trevor that remained a mystery, but with his leg out of commission they’d have plenty of time to get to know each other. She kissed his forehead. “I’m going to check on Lupita before they lift her out.”
She paused before exiting the tent, “I’ll be back in a sec.”
Trevor flashed her rueful smile and a thumbs up.
The paramedics had already moved Lupita to the stretcher and two of them were currently strapping her down while a third hooked her up to the chopper. Lupita was barely conscious and looked sickly pale. Sasha threw a questioning look to one of the paramedics.
“It’s bad, but she’s got a good chance,” he responded.
Another member of the rescue party hailed from the trees fifty feet away.
“We found him!”
“What shape is he in?”
The team member solemnly shook his head. Sasha blinked and turned back to Lupita. She pulled the blood-stained rosary out of her pocket and placed it in Lupita’s hand. Lupita didn’t open her eyes, but her fingers curled knowingly around the beads.
Sasha was barely aware of the paramedic who inspected her for injuries. Her eyes were glued to the chopper as the wind from its propellers whipped her hair into her face. She watched the stretcher lift into the air, illuminated by the rescue lights.
She lowered her head and wept.
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