What Happened at Rockwood

Old Woman to Cool Dudette

heron“Willena! Are you just gonna stand there all day or what?” At fourteen, my baby sister already towered over me by several inches.

“Shhhhh! Look up in the pine tree just ahead… it’s a scarlet tanager!”

Laura’s glance followed my finger. “What are you talking about? I can’t see anything!” She flounced ahead of me on the rocky woodland path.

“Well, he’s gone now,” I sighed, following her.

The path wound around dozens of potholes, ranging in size from a few yards to fifty feet in diameter. They had been formed in the rock by the swirling action of the receding glaciers following the ice age. Smooth as glass on the surface, the water in them was not stagnant. In the cool stillness of early morning I had heard the faint trickle of the underground springs that fed them. This entire area was riddled not only with potholes, but crevices and caves, too small to explore, but just right to make the terrain infinitely intriguing to a nature lover.

“This is your idea of fun? I mean, c’mon, what do you do for excitement? Walking through the woods looking at stupid birds and green slime?”

azseniorreadingrockingchair“Algae,” I muttered. “Big difference. And if you look around you just might see a few other interesting things.”

“Such as?”

“Crayfish. Great blue heron. A tiny patch of white trillium.”

“You’re an old woman!” Her pretty mouth drooped in a pout.

Another sigh escaped me. Even a year after the death of my husband, I felt like an old woman. “You could always turn back, you know.”

“Yeah, right. We’re almost halfway around the lake. See, there’s the old mill just up ahead.”

“Why did you come with me anyway?”

“Beats me. You made it sound like fun.”

The twelve-year difference in our ages stretched between us like a chasm and I wondered if we would ever have anything in common.

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beach_ball“Hey Willena, how ’bout a game of water tag?” Laura twirled a big blue beach ball on the tip of her left forefinger.

“I’m reading.”

“C’mon, Thomas Hardy can wait!”

“You come around bothering me once more and I’ll throw the book at you!”

“Stick in the mud,” she grumbled, scowling as she turned away. “Old woman.”

“Oh alright!” I set my novel aside reluctantly and pushed myself up from the lawn chair.

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“Hey, you’re gonna hafta be faster than that!” Laura laughed as the ball got me square in the eye.

“Just you wait!” I squinted and heaved it back at her. Chest deep in water, she lithely swam to dodge the yellow missile – and rammed into a young man’s solar plexus.

“Oooomph!”

“Oh! Uh… I’m so sorry! Hey – where did you come from anyway?”

Still gasping for air, he waved toward a knot of young people off to our left. “You really oughtta watch where you’re going!” he managed.

“Yeah well, last I checked there was nobody there!”

“Well, now that I’m here – my name’s Barry. What’s yours?”

“I’m Laura. She’s Willena.”

“Hi Barry,” I said, smiling. He looked to be about fifteen.

Barry looked us both over and asked, “You two bin friends long?”

“Um, yeah. All our lives.” Laura snickered. “We’re sisters.”

“Sisters! I thought you were just good friends! You don’t look alike!”

“We’re half sisters,” I explained. “I look like my dad and she looks like hers.”

“So who’s older?” He looked from me to Laura.

This was getting interesting. “Laura, tell him how old I am.”

“Guess!”

“Eighteen?”

Laura burst into laughter. “She’s twenty-six!”

“No way! Okay then, how old are you?”

“Fourteen.”

“You are not. You’re at least my age. I’m seventeen.”

Seventeen? It was my turn to be surprised.

An hour later, as my sister and I headed back up the road to our campsite, I asked her, “So do you still think I’m an old woman?”

“Not a chance! The way you joined right in with the rest of us? Even the way you were goofing off before Barry popped up out of nowhere. It’s no wonder he thought you were a teenager! He’s one cool dude…” Laura sighed rapturously and hugged the beach ball to her breast as her voice trailed off. 000103-0002-002446“Wasn’t it cool when he brought all his friends over?”

I nodded. “It was a blast!”

“Oh, and um… Willena?”

“Mmmmm?”

“You’re cool too. One cool dudette!”

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A few minor details have been changed, but this really happened in the summer of ’79 at Rockwood Conservation Area, near Rockwood Ontario. Click the link for some amazing photos!

For some more awesome photos that show the rugged beauty of the area, see James Hamilton’s post, Rockwood Conservation Area.

© Willena Flewelling

Comments

  1. , cute story Rockwood is awesome other place in Ontario for folks to visit. I know it and the Bake Shop that makes goodies to die for

  2. Hi Willena,

    What a great story! As I was reading it, my thoughts went to age. Now, I can be the first one to act like a kid when I’m out and about. Age really doesn’t matter. I play with my grandchildren like a kid and they are always surprised.

    -Donna
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  3. What a cool story Willena!

    Your writing style is really starting to sound like some of those famous novelist we see selling all of those “best sellers!”LOL!

    You’re really touching a few cords!
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  4. Hi Willena,
    Lovely story, the age really doesn’t matter is the heart that keeps you running and loving and playing … 🙂

    Emi
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  5. Great story love all the images that pop up going for the walk. I have always been called a big kid and I take that as a huge compliment even if offered other wise.
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  6. Wonderful story to read. You are an established writer, I have a question who is your favorite writer?

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