Lost.
Isn't that funny? Me, the Forest Master, can't figure out where in the name of St. James I am.
Ah, keep walking long enough I'll wind up on the other side of this forest. Not that bad of a hike actually. Wonder what Chuck's up to? Must be busy – haven't felt him "check up" on me once. Then again, I've only been gone a week. He usually waits a month before he starts worrin'.
A' course, I did just run out of Swedish Fish – maybe I should make a run into civilization to pick up more.
Provided I can find civilization.
Should just be able to follow the stench of unclean air. Nah, not worth poisonin' my lungs with city air. Much better to poison myself with my own stogies.
Whoa, runnin' low on those too.
City-life ain't looking' so bad now.
*UGH*
What did I just step in? Jeesh, can't believe I didn't smell that before…
Feh. What I get for inhalin' stogie smoke.
Maybe I'll give these boots to Cyc as a token of my appreciation.
Wonder what day it is.
Thursday? I'm missin' Whose Line…
Hope Jeanie remembered to record it for me. Hope it's not a re-run – be a waste of tape.
Hope I remembered to give her a tape.
Wonder if anyone's figured out how to set the clock on the new VCR yet…
Where was I going again?
I thought I was headed north. Guess I'm headed east now.
I was in New Hampshire…prolly in Maine by now – or Canada.
If I am in Canada I wonder if my favorite old fishing hole is open yet from the spring thaw… did I bring line and a hook? Could catchem with my claws but doesn't seem sporting somehow.
Takes too much energy that way too. I'd druther sit on my ass, rechargin' my solar batteries while waitin' for a nibble… a nibble…
Was that a weasel? Damned nuisances those – steal anything. Gotta watch my pack careful tonight.
Good place to find firewood… do I still have marshmallows?
Ah-HA! I do. Smushed but edible…. once they've been entirely consumed by flame at some point.
Everything tastes better charbroiled.
Is it time to rest? I'm not winded, not tired, hungry though. That's enough of a reason for me to set up camp.
Damn mosquitoes, hate those little buggers.
Ah well, at least having a healin' factor is useful out here. Bug bites never last for more then five minutes. Still though, I'll remember more OFF! Next time.
Marshmallows, especially those burnt to a crisp on the outside are defiantly the foods of the Gods.
Yep-ha. Why else would stars look so much like little white marshmallows.
The stars. Nothing like the night sky to make a man fell small.
Or so connected…
Ye… ah… connected and not so…
Lost.
-Lost –Inside Wolverine's Thoughts on a Camping Trip. –
--J.R. Giroux
6/27/02 10:59pm
I wrote this with the question in my mind: What does happen to Wolverine when he disappears for days on end? Then I started to think: what really goes on in his mind during a typical day out in the wilderness? This piece "Lost" is my answer to my own questions.
