How many people have experienced the solitude of a mid winter’s walk? I should say, journey? travel? Now add in a landscape that is not humanly compatible, and a sense of urgency, and voila! this is the setting for one of my latest chapters in my book.
I am not going to get into the exact details of the chapter…that is for the reader for explore in their own, once my book is available for publication. I would like to share, however, the circumstance that creates an ill at ease feeling, which, gradually, grows into a full blown terror.
Walking over a mile, at night, on a deserted path is not an ordinary event. Therefore, the ill at ease starts immediately. It is not the same as, say, walking a mile down your street, through your neighborhood. Some people desire this leisurely stroll, as a routine. Let me just say, there was nothing routine or pleasant to start my journey.
One’s senses are heightened, as they have to be. I do mention that my hunter’s reflex does kick in at one point, but more as a self preservation than a way to hunt, seek, or track a prey. My senses were aroused at one point in order to find out if i was being hunted, not the other way around.
To my urban friends, who have never experienced the great outdoors, I am sure their reaction would have been more extreme, and perhaps, more earlier that the chain of events that unfolded that dark, dreary night. To say that I escaped death may seem embellished, or emboldened at some point, but i disagree. Sub freezing temperatures are not to be brushed off lightly.
In conclusion, when one is exposed to nature, and sometimes, to nature’s harsher side, fear and fright come naturally. Hopefully, the reader can relive my perils in my book.