Wind River by Tom Morrisey

Author:Tom Morrisey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2008-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

The sun was still well above the western horizon when they finished cleaning up the cookware and returned the provisions to the hang. Soren picked up his fly rod when they got back, and Ty glanced at the lake, but when he looked back, the old man was clipping the fly off his tippet.

Soren wound the line and tippet back onto his reel, removed the reel from the handle, broke the rod down and then packed it away in its aluminum tube. Then the old man shook out his sleeping bag, fluffing more loft into it, settled the bag onto his ground pad and sat down on it, taking off his boots.

“You really want to turn in this early?” Ty asked.

“Yep. I want to get an early start tomorrow. Gonna take me a walk. You’re welcome to come along, if you want.”

“Sure. You want to hit the other end of the lake?”

Soren shook his head. “No. I thought I’d take me a walk up to Cirque.”

Ty turned to Soren, giving him his full attention.

“Cirque Lake?”

Soren nodded.

Ty sat down on one of the halved logs near the fire ring.

“Soren, Cirque Lake is better than four miles from here.”

“Near five, ’cording to my trail notes.”

Ty glanced north. “And it’s mostly uphill.”

“Just means it’ll be downhill comin’ back.”

Ty sighed. The breeze ruffled the tops of the pines behind them.

“Soren, I’m not sure we’re up to that.”

“Why not? Feet troublin’ you?”

He didn’t answer.

Soren chuckled. “Tiger, I know I took my own sweet time gettin’ up here from Big Sandy. That was just my hip—saddle sore. Don’t worry; I can make it fine. Sure, it’ll take longer than it used to; that’s why I’m gettin’ an early start.”

Ty clasped his hands atop his head. “Listen, I know that they’re naming the lake after you. . . .”

“Edda spill the beans on that?”

Ty shook his head. “Kathy—at the lodge.”

“Figured that somebody would. . . . I need to see it again, Tiger. I need to go there. Before they have that ceremony or whatever. I need to go there.”

Ty dropped his hands in his lap. “Soren, you’ve been to Cirque Lake.”

The old man nodded. “Sure. Lots of times.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s changed much since the last time you were there.”

“I don’t think Miss Edda has changed much since the last time I saw her, but I’m plannin’ on seein’ her again. Hopin’ to, at least.”

Soren took his socks off, revealing a pair of very nearly alabaster white feet. He flexed his toes, set the socks on his boots and put the boots on his ground cloth, on the uphill side of his sleeping bag. Then he looked up again at Ty.

“Tiger, I don’t think Cirque Lake has changed one little bit since I was there last. But that’s why I have to go there again.”

Ty raised his eyebrows.

Soren leaned first to his right, then to his left, found the zipper to the sleeping bag and opened it up.

“I’m eighty-six years old. I don’t know if I’ll ever be back up here again.

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