Dawn,
with its cool crisp mountain air, the hilltop overlooking the valley and river
below, pines and cedars giving way to the high sierra dessert in the distance.
This was Brett’s favorite place and time of day.
Shelby had given him this treasure
with the cabin behind him and the surrounding hillside acreage as an unexpected
inheritance. A place to find seashells far from any sea; a place filled with
summer memories as he grew up to become a man - to take walks with Shelby and
make sense of the world that he would become part of. A place, in fact, that
had given him his greatest gift.
Shelby had always been just Shelby. Brett never called him grandfather.
He was the man that his Grandmother would find solace with after Brett’s
maternal grandfather passed away unexpectedly before Brett could ever know him.
There
in the distance an eagle rose in the warm thermos to glide out and then back
in, now almost directly over head, a master of the sky. The eagle considers
every angle from above, a terrain that he knows as well as his talons which he
keeps clean and sharp.
A
rustle in the leaves brings Brett’s attention to a movement in the open bush where
he hears a scamper and sees little puffs of dirt kicked up into the air. The
hare dashes at sharp angles but the eagle anticipates his every move correctly.
A few swooshes of his wings and then the silence resumes.
A
stone tumbles down the slope of granite under Brett’s feet and finds a new
resting place as he gets up, turns and makes his way back to the cabin.
Well,
it had now come to this.
Reaching
the stairs leading onto the deck, he opens the door to the cabin and reaches for
his cell phone and dials a number. While he listens for his call to be answered,
he steps out again.
“Brett,
it’s early, what can I do for you?”, a man answers.
“Morning
Steve! I’ve made a decision. I’m selling.”
Silence.
“Brett,
I’m so sorry it’s come to this. If that’s what you really want, come in and
let’s get this started.”
”Will do. When can you have it ready?”
“I’ll
call you Monday around 10.00 am. I’ll be on it first thing in the morning.”
“Good
enough, Steve. See you then.”
“Okay.
You at the cabin?”
“Where
else?”
“Figured
as much. Later, Brett.
Brett
pushes the ‘End’ button, and slips his phone into his pocket.
From
the deck, he looks out over the valley and then walks towards the cliff trail,
subconsciously thinking, this may be my last walk here. He picks up the pace,
scouring the valley where he sees the river at its base. Back and forth, he
scans this beautiful vista that he’s loved all his life. Ahead the trail curves
around the promenade point. He slows his pace there and then stops. He breathes
deeply.
Brett
and his wife, Sue, had spent all of their vacations and spare time here at the
cabin.
Now
sitting on their favorite boulder at Promenade Lookout, Brett recalls the first
time he had seen Sue. Trespassing, no less! He watched her come unto his
property, climbing over the ridge just below him and sauntering nearer and
nearer, and, without noticing him, she had turned around to look out over the
valley. She stood there and slowly scanned the horizon in apparent awe of its
beauty. Then she sat down on the same boulder he was sitting on at this very
moment, contemplating the scenic view, seemingly unwilling, or unable, to
leave. After about twenty minutes, she got up, dusted the back of her jeans,
looked around again and met Brett’s eyes, watching her!
To
this day they have joked about what was said between them. She was flustered
and felt spied upon. He told her she should have known that this was someone’s
property – not a National Park with marked trails. But she had been all the
more defiant.
“Where’s
your ‘Private Property’ signs?”
“I
don’t like them.”
“Well
then! What do you expect?”
“Well,
you, I guess!”
There
was total silence as they sized each other up. And liked what they saw!
Brett
was the first to break the silence. “Well, you don’t look like you’re up to too
much mischief. Enjoy your hike. My name is Brett. Brett McCormick.”
She
stepped forward to shake his hand, smiling and showing her dimples. “Hi, my
name is Sue. But don’t sue me okay?”
They
both had laughed.
Now
he reflected back and thought of that first encounter. Okay, I won’t sue you,
Sue! Hell! Now I am selling this property for you. For us.
With
a heavy heart, he remembers that horrible day. After going to her doctor, it
was here that she had told him that she had discovered two lumps on her breast
and they were malignant. She had cancer.
Now
years later, after a period of remission, the cancer had returned. The insurance
company was not going to cover additional medical care costs because of a
release form they had signed after Sue had gone into remission. They should
have known.
Thank
God for this property. Selling it will ensure we’ll be able to manage the
treatments without the stress of worrying about money.
I
will miss this place.
But
Sue is my greatest gift. And I would
miss her more.
