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It
didn’t take me long to reach the Black Hills of South Dakota,
and it only took a split second of looking at the rolling mountains
covered in pine trees reaching for the sun to decide that I wasn’t
going to be leaving there any time soon. It was prettier than
anything I had ever imagined, and then some. I drove slow enough that
people were passing me with every opportunity, but I wasn’t
swayed. I drove with my head peering eagerly out the windshield,
gazing in awe at the natural wonders that surrounded me.
The
pastures I had grown used to were replaced with mountains covered in
forests instead of fields of corn. The cows were replaced with Bison
and the emptiness replaced with a sense of enclosure and security.
Deserted roads became more frequented, dry and windy air turned into
a moist still atmosphere, and, finally, the sense of hopelessly being
stuck in the wasteland of the upper Midwest was eradicated. My heart
had abandoned my body all together, jumping out the window my arm was
stuck out of, and flying high through the South Dakota world.
I
had to stop in a town called Custer to fill up on gas. It was a cute
little place, surrounded by rolling hills and filled with
happy-to-see-you tourists. I ended up talking to a cashier with a
fake zeal in her eyes that would disappear almost immediately after
people would look away.
“You’re
not from around here,” she said, repeating my words with a
slight laugh as she took my money and gave me change. “Join the
rest of the town, miss. This place is full of tourists like yourself.
We got everything everybody wants to see here.” The way she
chewed her gum bothered me. She chewed with her entire mouth, giving
me a great view of her throat with every garish bite.
“Okay,
well, I was just wondering what I’d have to worry about if I,
you know, went off into…” I pointed out the window at
the hills covered in the blankets of pine trees, “that.”
She
looked at me for a long second, chewing her gum like she were gnawing
on a piece of leather, and eventually started to chuckle. “You
make it sound like you’re headed out to Mars or something.”
She laughed a little bit more, reached underneath the counter, and
handed me a pamphlet with a bear and a cougar staring right at me on
it. “You have to worry about what you’d expect to have to
worry about. Read that, it’ll tell you more. We got bears and
mountain lions, those’ll be your biggest concern. Wolves too, I
guess. And, around here in Custer were got a lot of Buffalo, so
you’ll probably come across a herd of them along the way. Don’t
be worried about them unless they’re stampeding, okay?”
I
flipped through the small pamphlet as she spoke, staring at the
pictures of animals scaling cliff sides. “Okay.”
“How
long you gonna be staying here?”
I
shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, really.”
The
girl allowed herself a few moments to work on her gum. “Well,
where are you gonna be staying?”
I
stuffed the pamphlet in my back pocket and looked at her, smiling. “I
don’t know that either. I’m just gonna wing it.”
The
girl raised her eyebrows and looked over at a customer that was
walking up behind me. “Well, have a nice stay,” she told
me as she put on that fake smile once more and started talking to
another tourist.
I
stared off at the hills as I climbed into my truck and tried to
decide on where I should go. I wanted to see all there was to see,
from the cougars to the antelope, from the sunrise to the full moon,
I wanted to experience everything there was in the black hills of
South Dakota, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I drove
around the city of Custer for a while, trying to find a way to get to
the forests. Pretty soon I found myself driving down some deserted
road that seemed to be leading me nowhere. The hills still seemed
forever in the distance, and the sun was beginning to set.
Before
long I decided to give it a rest, and I found myself pulling over to
the side of the road and lying down in the bed of the truck, staring
off at the sunset. It set differently than it did back in Freedhem,
North Dakota. The clouds seemed more orange than they did back home,
and there was a feeling in the air emitted by the sunset, a feeling
of pure placidity that, try as it might, the North Dakota sun could
never give me. I watched in utter silence as the light faded into
pure darkness, and then I watched as the stars began to illuminate
the earth.
The
night reminded me of one from my childhood. It was a night that Mary
and I had run off to the creek on the west side of town. It was our
secret sanctuary, our place to escape the horror and bore of the
world around us, and immerse ourselves in dreams of our own. Nobody
else from our family knew of this place of ours, and, as far as we
knew, nobody outside of our family knew or cared much about it
either. It was completely and entirely ours, and we were quite proud
of that fact.
It
may not have seemed like anything special to most people, but to us
it was the world. A thin stream of water, no wider than what we could
jump across, flowed across the round rocks, filling the dry air with
a soft trickle. It was as pure and as blue as the midday sky, never
stained with weeds, algae, or even living creatures. It was a holy
place, a protected place, and, though Mary and, most of all, myself,
spent a large amount of our evenings there, we never dare disturb the
peace and tranquility of the slowly running water.
I
was ten and she was twelve that night. Supper was done, and after
dishes were cleaned we had run out the door. We raced through town,
dodged trees in the woods, and finally came to a stop along the edge
of the creek. We sat down on the couple of large rocks we had called
our own, and stared off at the sunset as it hid behind the thicket of
trees.
“I
still can’t get over it,” Marry muttered after moments of
silence.
I
had looked over at her. Her short, brown hair moved lazily in the
evening breeze, and her eyes were lost in a different world, staring
blankly off in the distance. I followed her gaze and found the
sunset. “Can’t get over what?”
“The
sunset.”
I
furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s there not to get over?”
“It’s
just so beautiful. Every night it seems even better than the last,
don’t you think?”
I
shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, I guess.”
Mary
broke her lock with the sun and looked over at me. “Oh, please.
You’ll never admit that anything is beautiful. You can’t
even give the sun this one? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No,
I think it’s pretty, I just…” I shrugged my
shoulders again and leaned back on my hands. “I don’t
know.”
“Maybe
you just need some alone time with it and you’ll see,”
she stated with a smirk. “Spend a couple of evenings alone with
the sun and you’ll understand.”
I
snorted at the irony that Mary couldn’t understand. Even she
didn’t know that I spent every evening I wasn’t with her
down at that creek with my pen to my notebook, writing until my hand
was begging me to stop. I spent more time alone with the sun than I
spent with everybody else in my life combined, but I couldn’t
tell her that. I couldn’t tell anyone my secrets, because they
were mine and only mine.
“Maybe,”
I mumbled.
We
spent the next half hour in silence, and the sun dropped several
inches. I was lost in a land of my own, and I was entirely complacent
until Mary had yanked me from it.
“Can
I tell you something, Beatrice?”
I
let out a sigh, sat up straight and looked over at her. “Sure,
I guess.”
“I
don’t like it here. I don’t like it one bit.”
I
had just about started laughing. Mary was an eternal optimist,
somehow capable of always being happy to look on the bright side. The
thought of her actually complaining about something just seemed wrong
on so many levels; I was almost sure that she was joking. But, as I
watched her look solemnly off into the distance, I knew that she was
telling me a secret of hers. A secret she kept hidden from everyone
else in her life, and maybe even from herself, hidden underneath that
shield of undying optimism. “I… What do you mean?”
“I
don’t like it here,” she repeated. “I don’t
like North Dakota, I don’t like our home, I don’t like
our family, I don’t like any of this. I want out. I want to
leave.”
“But,
Mary, you love it here,” I insisted. “You’re the
smartest kid in your class, you’ve got friends and you’re
good at cooking… You-You’ve got everything going for
you.”
Mary
snorted. “Why couldn’t we have grown up in a city
somewhere? Where I could have real friends and do real things? I
could be in clubs, Beatrice! I could play basketball, be in a play,
or… Or do something! The most we can do here is pick up trash
alongside the road is we’re feeling charitable. I want more.
Don’t you?”
At
that point, I didn’t really know what I wanted. I knew I wanted
a different life, one where I had friends and was able to live in a
carefree bliss, but I hadn’t given it much thought. “I
mean, I guess. It would be nice if there were more to do, I suppose.”
“But
you like being alone, don’t you?” Mary let out a sigh. “I
just can’t really stand the loneliness of this life; I’m
not like you. I know I act all happy and stuff, and, I mean, I’m
not dying here or anything, I just want more, you know? Is that bad
of me, to want a different life?”
“Well,
I don’t think so,” I replied. “We’re all free
to want what we want, right?”
Mary
shrugged. “I think so.”
“Then
I think you’re fine.”
“What
do you want?”
I
looked at my sister with a furrowed brow. “What?”
“What
do you want? Do you want a different life, a ton of money…
what?”
“Oh,”
I looked away, debating whether or not to tell her. “I don’t
really know.” I was fighting myself. I had never told anybody
what I wanted. Nobody knew that I wasn’t happy being a
friendless loser who spent recess inside, writing stories. Nobody was
aware that I dreamed of seeing the rocky mountains, the ocean, and
the big city. Nobody would even dream that someday I wanted to be an
author. “I guess I want a different life too. I want to leave
so that I can start a new life. A new life that’ll be
completely different than this one.”
“What
do you want it to be like?”
Tell
her, Beatrice, she won’t laugh. She’s your sister, she
won’t laugh. You can tell her. “Well, I don’t
know. I mean, I guess I want to travel. I want to see a lot of
things.”
“Is
that all? Don’t you want a job? A husband? A family?”
Tell
her! “No. I don’t want to get married. I don’t
want kids. I just want to travel and… I want to write.”
“Write?”
“Yeah,
write.”
“Like,
books?”
I
nodded my head.
“Huh,”
Mary leaned back. “You’d be good at that. You’ve
got the right head to be a writer. You’re a thinker, you know?
Yeah, you’ll be a good writer.”
I
smiled. She hadn’t laughed. It may have been small, but I
couldn’t believe how good it felt to tell someone what I wanted
and to have that someone listen. I let out a deep breath of relief as
I leaned back to lie down.
We
stayed by that creek that entire night, talking endlessly about our
dreams, our wishes, our desires, and our loves. The stars shifted
around us as we poured our hearts out to each other, learning things
that we never would have dreamed of. We cried, we laughed, we hugged,
and, eventually, we slept on the cold soil along that stream.
We
awoke the next morning and walked home in silence. I never heard Mary
complain like that again. Never did she tell me that she wanted a
different life, that she wanted to leave. And never again did I tell
her about my dreams either. That night was the only time we ever
truly let our hearts pour out as we talked about everything that we
couldn’t talk about with anyone else.
The
next night I went to the stream alone with my notebook and spent the
evening writing. I set a couple minutes aside, though, and turned my
attention to the sun. I looked at it like I had seen Mary looking at
it. I let my eyes zone out, I tilted my head to the side, and I gazed
blankly. It took me a while, but I finally saw what she saw. And I
have never seen anything more beautiful since.
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