My Throne

If someone were to ask me where my favorite place in the entire world is, this would be it. I grew up here, this was virtually my "back yard"...our house being a stone's throw away. And, although my place now is a few miles away, this is where I bike to when I ride. The end of the line - as far west as we can go here. And, if we were to hop in a boat and continue west, we'd eventually hit toccata's place. This is where I come to figure things out. To remember my Grandpa, who I used to bump into nearly every time I'd come here...he was an old fisherman who couldn't tear himself away from the river...had to be near it. I cleanse, refresh and recharge here, on this rock. And I get pissed off if I show up and someone's got the audacity to be in "my spot". It happened here and I did a lot of "hmmf's" and eyeball rolling. They way overstayed their limit.


It's not uncommon to see someone, over to the right, along the "hunter's trail". But only the brave go there, it's a treacherous venture and we used to "steal away" there as kids. Last time I was there (last year) my bike and I fell into a hole up to my waist and I nearly went right through, into the river. Luckily there were tree roots that stopped me midway and tangled me up in them. My ex was there, quite amused he was.

Funny, sometimes I'll be sitting there, in my own little "zone" and I look over and there he is, right across the water with his dog. Stalker.