Should I just break down and call this Truth and Fiction month? Probably not… I’m fairly sure this is the last of these completely misnamed posts. I’ve reached the end of the photos I’ll be sharing from my recent trip into the mountains. I’ve been having fun writing and sharing pictures though so I’ll see about digging up some other ones to keep scheduling these posts out for a bit. Okay, yes, that was me mostly rambling. That’s the way it goes sometimes. Anyway…
The six pinecones were arranged from largest to smallest on a flat rock in the middle of the camp. The odds against the placement having occurred naturally were larger than I cared to even contemplate. The simplest explanation was likely the correct one, someone who had camped there before us left them. The who and when and why will forever remain mysteries.
We left them too. While we ended up needing the rock as part of our dinner prep, we carefully transferred the cones to another location and kept them in the same order. Thus, we added to the unknowns of their existence for future travelers to attempt to unravel should they wish.
I was far more curious about who would find them next and what they would make of the six arranged pinecones than I was about how it was we had come across them in the first place.
The message was left where those who would know its meaning would be sure to see it. That was, unless the markers were moved accidentally, or purposefully, in the interim. The possibility of sabotage, remote at best, was a real concern. However, once the message had been left and we vacated the area the success of our mission was out of our hands anyway.
The days that followed were full of guilt and worry. Had we done enough to secure the message? Had it gotten through? Was there more we could have done, or could still be doing, to further our cause? The answers to these thoughts were always just more questions.
It had all seemed so straightforward when we discussed the plan ahead of time. We just had to get to the rendezvous point and leave the message we’d been given to pass along. But, no amount of talking could have prepared us for the actual task of forging across the land to make it to the designated spot in time. Also, nowhere in the discussion regarding the message had weather been discussed. Wind and rain were common enough and the slightest shift in our placements would confuse the intended directions.
We had done our part though. It wasn’t our place to question the rest. That truth did little to ease my troubled mind.
And so it was that here, at the end of this series, I finally delivered one complete truth and one complete fiction. Though, perhaps the pinecones were a message for someone… If they were, what do you think they said?