Adventure Books: Author, Vijay Simhadri.

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Short Stories: My Adventures

Story no.1: Travels in Canada and Alaska.

By Vijay Simhadri

I sat down near the log fire in Anchorage, Alaska talking to my grandfather.
It was late that night, and the embers crackled of the fireplace.
My grandfather had gone this morning to cut some logs from the forest with his small axe. On the wall was placed a hunting trophy of some wild deer that he had captured a long time back whilst hunting in the forestry.
The wooden log cabin back in Anchorage surrounded by forestry, was a three-bedroom place and had a big hallway, kitchen and study. This was where my grandpa used to live.
Anchorage was a scenic place filled with natural beauty, and yet to absorb this lovely picturesque place was a daunting and time consuming feat. Time passed and now my grandfather was silent.
Pa smoked at his pipe pensively whilst resting on his leather chair near the fireplace. He seemed almost in a delirium, quiet yet serene and calm.
Last year I had gone to Yosemite National Park to take some photos of the beautiful mountain ranges, colorful streams and brooks surrounding the wooden cabin in which I lived.
I was reading a book, it seemed very interesting. The story was about the voyages of the Incas through the mountain ranges of the Andes. It told tales of Macchu Picchu, the Lost city of the Incas.
Macchu Picchu wass such a wondrous place, a stony city perched high up in the mountainous Andes. It was there that the Incas coveted gold and silver treasures. My thoughts were broken, as my grandfather began to address to me.
“ What is it dear child that you wish to do tomorrow? Have you been writing regularly to your mother? She misses you very much,” my grandfather exclaimed.
“ I really don’t know Pa,” I said dubiously, “I will write to my mother in a few day’s time, or perhaps sometime later.”
I continued to read my book, that told of adventures in the deep, green valley of the Andes.
“You know when I was a child I flew by plane over Macchu Picchu in Peru. It was a lovely experience!” Pa commented.
“You know Grandpa, I would like to do just that!” I said intrigued.

Outside the mountain ranges were ice-capped, after the brief event of snowfall over the past few months. The sun glistened in the ice cold mornings. We hadd a pack of wolves that would carry our sledge through the forest. The forest stood magnificent and yet aligned majestically and linearly in an array around the scenic range. The trees were vivid, green, spiky and coniferous. Moist dew droplets, lay on the grass outside. I observed a hare hopping around near the forestry. It was entering the forest, it seemed sprightly and frantically jumping about along the wet, grassy terrain.
I saw a sparrow flying and circling the skies. A flock of other birds followed the path that it was traveling to. The skies were filled with crimson blue, and clouds loomed over the land.
As time passed, the light dimmed and the crescent moon could be seen shining in the night sky. The stars twinkled brightly at nightfall. I looked through my telescope and could see different planets and stars. This hobby was a means of escapism from the busy, arduous home life.
I could hear the sound of night owls from the forest beyond. The wily coyotes were howling in the night background.
Lightning struck in the black sky. Tumultuous claps of thunder roared loudly soon after.
I played a whistle, it was my favorite one. I thought to myself that the wildlife would hear my call. Pa had taught me how to play it. I clasped my hands together and sounded out a whistling noise as loud as I could.
“ Any sign of deer?” my grandpa asked inquisitively.
“Nope,” I remarked back. I said that I was feeling weary and it was time to go back inside our wooden cabin. I felt that I would call it a day. I felt rather disappointed that I had missed some deer and various other creatures. Perhaps I would be lucky tomorrow.

Tomorrow: Part 2)

I woke up early next morning. I gave a yawn and stretched out my hands.
“My dear,” I thought. I was feeling so tired. Last night had made me so weary.
I walked downstairs, and saw my Pa in the hall. My grandpa was in the hall drinking his favorite whisky. The bottle was balanced above the mantelpiece of our fireplace. He had collected and created his own drink collection, all of which were illustrated around the mantelpiece.

“You know son…” he said pausing, “You would benefit from some trekking. This place is quite famous for those adventurous.You must be brave and courageous. That’s what life is about. You should know that.”
I felt in my mind enlightened.

“That’s it!” I thought, “I had an idea.”

Into the forest I would explore and walk deeper with my compass that I had used in my scouting expeditions. It would be an adventure and it was worth thinking about. I thought that it would be interesting and fun, however I would have to plan my expedition. I thought that I would ponder about it for a few days.
Jasper National Park had fabulous mountain ranges, and lush, colorful vegetation was prominent in these isolated, remote places.
Interesting it was to investigate making an expedition.
I started writing a letter to my Mum, I thought that she might be interested and inquisitive in what I was doing with my life these days. She had always wished I had been a romantic boy instead of one interested in adventure and conquest. I told my Pa, that there was a Red Indian Reserve far beyond.
“ Was it safe?” I asked him, “ Or was it hazardous?”
He told me that Red Indians were friendly people and that I should not have prejudicial opinions about them. They were simple, passive and decent people, and even if they were crude, they meant no harm.
I looked outside and there was the sun glowing in the sky. Some swans were swimming in the green lake nearby. I took out my canoe, and canoed to the dark, gray mountains that were ahead in the distance. I could see far away a waterfall. Mist was surrounding it. Water whirled and gurgled around it. I carefully maneuvered away, careful not to experience its wrath.
Far beyond was a rainbow in the sky. I could feel rain falling on my clothes. I was getting wet. I decided to turn around and paddle back home, as I could not simply travel further.
Within half-an-hour I had paddled back home, and I was back at our forest reserve. I met grandpa and he was glad that I had come back for lunch. He believed that tomorrow it was going to snow, that’s what he had heard from the radio. I put on my winter coat, as I felt it was getting very cold. He told me to come back into the hall. I warmed my hands near the fireplace. I was shivering, I had never felt so freezing. I needed some time to recuperate and recover. Canoeing in that huge, green lake was exciting and quaint, howeverr I felt that I really must gain more experience. After a few minutes, I had warmed up and completely recovered. The lake was calm, tranquil and yet so expanse. It was so diverse that I could see to the horizon and beyond. The sky was filled jet blue and some stormy cumulonimbus clouds hovered above the lake.
I got out a paper and started scribbling with my pencil a route, something like a path that would resemble a map for my expedition. I believed that it would take several days to create this map, as it would be a map for my expedition.
Grandpa was smoking away in the background. Tobacco filled the hallway like a haze.
I showed the map to him. He looked at it and was very impressed. He told me this would be an extremely resourceful map for an excellent expedition.
He advised me to rest for a while, as it would do me good. It was no good pondering about complicated things as it would only worry me. I agreed to go to my room to rest.
I discussed my plans with Pa and later for several days sorted out with my Pa’s help, a route for my expedition. He told me to speak to Jake, his close and experienced trusted friend from down the valley. I said that I would do just that.

Part 3) Discussing the Expedition.

I woke up at 5 am in the morning. I must meet Jake, he would be my close companion for some trekking. I traveled down the valley, my objective to meet Jake, my Pa’s trusted friend.
He was middle-aged man in his forties and a close, good friend of Pa’s.
Jake was down in the valley staying in his small, wooden cabin. He was wearing a shabby, green hat. His face looked worn, experienced, and also his complexion was rugged and robust.
“ Hello dear boy, What can I do for you?” he said.
“ Dear Jake, I was wondering if you could accompany me to do some trekking around the mountain ranges of Jasper National Park in Canada.”
“ Well, I’ll see if I have time. Yes, I would be very much interested to help you, dear child. Where exactly do you want to go?”
“ Dear Uncle Jake,” I said holding the map for the trek in my hands with great pride and prestige, “Here is where I want to go…This is the map that I devised just a few days ago. Take a look at this!”
He gazed at it with wonder. He told me this route was indeed very interesting, and quite plausible. He asked me if grandpa did approve of me going with him on the expedition.
“ Yes, Pa told me to seek your help and company.”
Jake gave a smile. He felt very happy, reassured and content.
He looked at the map with interest, once I had handed it to him.
“Yes, I think it’ll be possible,” he said. “However I feel the wooded valleys of Jasper are quite treacherous. It is only for those adventurous. Shall we give it a shot? What do you reckon dear child?”
“Yes, I am very much interested.”
“Well then kid, we are sorted. When shall we start our excursion?”
“In a week’s time. I have to arrange my personal belongings, and then… only then we shall get started.”

“Wonderful.” he said, “Then everything is settled. See you next week.”

I shook his hands with warmth, and grinned with enthusiasm. Jake had such a magnetic personality that effervesced with liveliness. I felt like he was a great companion and a person that I could place my trust and faith in. Grandpa had told me that Uncle Jake could always be confided on.

Back at home: Anchorage & through Jake’s meadowland.

Whilst walking back towards home, I traveled through the golden wheat fields of Jake’s farm. The arable land looked very picturesque and beautiful. In the gentle breeze, the fields of wheat and corn swayed. I could see his tractor far away.
It was almost like a meadowland. I observed daffodils and colorful flowers far beyond. I caught sight of a red fox lazily strolling within the fields.
Jake had told me that he used to brew beer from the barley fields far beyond, which he used to cultivate. The birds chirped in the distance, and flew incessantly around.
A plane was flying high above in the sky. There was a huge, shrill noise in the sky. Uncle Jake explained that he had also got a small piper plane. He used to fly above the valley and observe his farmland down below from his little plane.

“ I am so eager to go on this expedition,” I thought to myself.

I felt that the voyage would be fun at the same time testing, demanding, and also challenging.
I was always prepared for any challenge, and though it would be the most taxing time of my life, I was prepared to take the challenge on. My grandfather had always told me to be brave, and courage would win me through. He told me that many great explorers (like the Spanish Conquistadors) were fascinated and impressed with the lands that they visited. The experience of not knowing what was going to happen next, just like a mystery, almost like in a suspense story, was similar to the joy of childhood, liveliness and adventure.
After a few hours I had arrived back at Anchorage, and at my grandfather’s place. I had seen some lovely scenery whilst traveling on my way back. Pa greeted me on my return.
“ How are you my dear child? I am glad to see that you have returned.” he said.
“ I am fine Pa. I met Uncle Jake and we discussed the voyage, and he seemed very much interested in coming with me.”
“Wonderful, well that is everything settled.”
“ Yes, and he told me to make an itinerary, and collect as well as bring all the items that I will need for the voyage.”
“You know, I was wondering kid if you would mind, if I were to give you some suggestions on what to take with you, and also give you advice on the places of interest to go and see.”
“ I would very much appreciate that.”
“ Take with you a compass. A compass is always handy in direction finding, and if you get lost you will have something that will come to your aid and help you find your way back home.”
“Thanks Pa, for the advice you are giving me.”
“Another recommendation is…” he added, “ Always carry with you a torch or some flashlight. It will be useful to find your way in the dark. It will help you to find your way out of trouble. It is always practical in any case. Take some packed food, a tent, our canoe and some drinking water, as you might feel thirsty in any case. Also, the wooded valley of Jasper is worth visiting.”
I went back into my room to recline. Pa was still puffing away at his pipe. He asked me if I’d like to play a game of cards.
I said that I would be very much interested. We played for a couple of hours Rummy, which was his favorite game. Pa talked and reminisced over the times of yore, when he used to play cards in the Las Vegas casinos. He had been a serious player in his middle age. He told me he used to bet quite a bit of money in the casinos over there. I told him that gambling had never been my strong point.
I had never been very lucky with cards, however I found it pleasurable all the same. He said that he had some pals here in Anchorage that enjoyed playing cards weekly on Sundays.
I asked him if Anchorage was mainly a farming area, or were there some things going on.
He told me that Anchorage was homely town, yet very remote and desolate. People were friendly here and there, and there was a lot of comradeship. Lots of people used to come over to his place and enjoy good times with him.

The Voyage:

Early next morning, I rang up my mother and told her my intentions and plans.
“Hello Mum,” I said, “ I am planning on going on a trek around Jasper National Park, in Canada.”
“That’s a very good idea,” she said.
“ You know Mum, I have always been interested in voyaging around the Canadian mountain ranges.”
“Yes, it has always been an interest of yours,” she said.
“ Grandpa, said I should talk it over with Uncle Jake,”
“ Yes, he could accompany you on the trek. He has done a lot of trekking over the past years and is very experienced. He is also a very nice guy.”
“You know what Uncle Jake gave me some hints and suggestions on how I could go about this venture.”
“Excellent. Did you plan your route?”
“Yes. I took a couple of days to design a map and I showed it Uncle Jake. He liked it and said it was very impressive. He thought the route was acceptable, and things would work out.”
“Well, that's good, I'm happy everything seems OK. Goodbye, sweetheart…”
“ Goodbye, Mum. I look forward to meeting you in the next few months.”
I put down the phone with glee and triumph. My Mum approved of the journey.

“Yes..,” I thought, “This is excellent! My Mum, Uncle Jake and Pa approve of the idea. I should go trekking more often. It seems a good recreation.”
I went outside the log cabin in Anchorage to collect some firewood.
I took an axe with me to chop down some trees. I went into the dense forest filled with foliage. It was morning, Grandpa was still asleep. I cut down a tree with my axe. Like timber it fell down to the ground.
There was a stream nearby, where I decided to wash my hands.
I felt dehydrated so I washed my face in the stream’s water.
Snow suddenly came and I praised my luck. I felt a lot cooler and revitalized.
Pa had now woken up and I heard him calling out for me from far away.
I decided to come back home, and placed all my firewood that I had chopped into a wheelbarrow, and wheeled it back home. Grandpa was there and he asked me where I had been.
I told him that I had gone out to get some firewood. He said it would be excellent for fuelling our fireplace. So, I cut the wood into small pieces and put them into the fireplace.
Pa was listening to the radio. The radio told him information about the weather and general news. I asked him if the radio informed him about some important information that I should note. He told me that I should wait some time, as the radio announced that huge snowfall was expected over the next few days. He advised me to take it easy for a few days and carefully collect all the items that I needed. Once the snowfall had stopped and subsided, and the ground had begun to thaw and melt, only then to go on the venture. Snowfall could be dangerous - I shouldn’t take chances.
Small flakes of snow fell onto my hands outside. My hands were feeling cold. I put my hands into my pockets. They would warm up there. As I spoke, an icy breeze of my breath could be seen in the atmosphere. A wild coyote was calling in the distance. I could hear its echoing call.
My Pa said coyotes were very common in the Fall season, near Alaska and Canada.
I took my camera with me. I would take some pictures of the vivid, lovely landscape of the Canadian Rockies. I would take some exquisite photos of Canadian landscape to prize and remember. Listening to the radio, I heard that the weather would soon improve.
Rainfall had suddenly started. I looked outside my log cabin’s window and I could see some small droplets of rain. I decided that before leaving I might do some rowing, so perhaps it would be good idea to take my rowing oars, row boat and place them on the river nearby. I had been a good rower in my school days. This would be the place to excel. Canada’s Jasper National Park had good rivers, so I could perhaps row or canoe there. It was a place of good, scenic beauty, and breath-taking, astonishing landscapes. There I would set my mark.
Uncle Jake was a good rower, and he used to row around a river which was situated near his farm.
I checked the letter box to see if we had received any mail.
There were a few letters. I read the letters, and there was as usual a letter from my family.
My brother seemed to be doing fine back in the US. He was running a business in US. He was settled in Wyoming. There was a lovely, colorful nature reserve in Wyoming.
My Mum and Dad were well settled in California. They were faring fine. Dad’s law firm seemed to be doing OK. He was a lawyer in California and there he was able to make some big bucks. He had cultivated a huge clientele, mostly of rich people, and regularly he would go to Seattle, in Washington for his law cases.
My grandma had died some years back. She had been a lovely, nice, and sweet-natured woman. She had lived to her 80’s in Anchorage with Pa. My Pa was very much a family man.
He had lived a happy, married life with grandma for many years.
Then suddenly she passed away with ill health. She had lived a good life though and had been a good housewife. I wondered how my cousins were doing. Were they still in Nebraska town?
I would write to my parents and ask them how my cousins were getting along.
I took out a beer and began to sip it slowly. I was feeling thirsty. I took out my classical guitar and played my favorite blues song. This song reminded me of my college times in Texas.
“ You know son,” remarked my Pa, “ I could play this exact song fifty years ago when I was a kid…”
“ You’re joking…” I commented back.
“Yep,” he said, “This very exact song was my favorite. This was how I met your grandma in those days.”
He told me that it reminded him of nostalgic feelings of his party life 50 years back with Ma down South of US.
He took to the piano and we played a duet together. I played the classical acoustic guitar and he played the piano. We had great fun. I asked him where he had learnt to play the piano so well. He said that he used to play in nightclubs and bars in some Canadian towns, and that is where he had gained so much proficiency.
We played a duet together for almost half an hour, after which his hands were feeling tired so he stopped and gave time to recuperate. I said we could try this tune again tomorrow.
He told me that he would do just that. He seemed to quite enjoy playing music with me.
Snow kept on falling outside. I could see snowflakes falling impetuously on the ground from outside my wooden log cabin window. I was wondering when it would stop.
I enjoyed drinking beer and chatting to Pa. He was very interesting to talk to. So much tales and adventures he recounted to me about his visits in Anchorage, Alaska and beautiful places in Canada.
I felt very much entertained by his stories of voyages, conquest and adventure.
By nightfall I was feeling tired, so I went back to my bedroom to rest. I was so sleepy after all that music. I was glad that I had rung up my mother and checked the mail for today. I would meet Uncle Jake tomorrow probably if the weather was better.

Uncle Jake appears:

I woke up early at 6am in the morning. Uncle Jake had arrived at our place in Anchorage.
“Hullo kid…” he said, “How are you doing? I have written a list of the things that we need to get for our voyage to Jasper…I guess we will go to the local stores nearby and see if we can buy most of our stuff.”
I looked at the list which seemed most comprehensive. The list had items ranging from clothes, tent poles, oars, jackets, hunting material, boots, to other various items.
I asked him if he thought that we would really be able to get most of these items in the nearby stores in Anchorage.
He said almost certainly we would, and to stop quibbling, doubting or panicking. There was nothing to worry about as far as he was concerned. Everything would be sorted and organized.
“ Just relax… and enjoy the ride!” Jake said in a cool, soothing unsophisticated tone.

Voyage to the local stores.

It was by now lunch time and the snow had stopped. We planned today to go to the local stores. We would drive there by truck. We jumped into Jake’s truck, and drove to the local stores.

The drive took us an hour to the local store. We arrived and did some shopping. We bought all the stuff we required:
Clothes, tents, compass, lighter, boots, jackets, oars, food and various other equipment.
The owner and the cashier at the local store were very helpful. They showed us and gave us all the items that we wanted and wished for. I thought to myself that everything was going to plan and we would soon be off on our voyage. It would now be a few day’s time till we set off on our long expected voyage.
Our truck journey back took a lot of time. It was interesting all the same. Looking through the window of the truck, there were a lot of interesting places. I could see beautiful forestry and delightful mountain ranges. We traveled slowly because there was frost upon the ground.
We eventually reached Anchorage. The journey was peaceful and relaxing. I read the newspaper whilst coming back home inside the truck. There was nothing interesting in the news, as usual.
There was mundane information about world leaders visiting various countries and meeting different ambassadors. Uncle Jake told me that nowadays he did not read the news. He said that he found it too time-consuming and boring. He found it more enjoyable playing Poker and Rummy with his friends.
I asked him if he had tried fishing in the lakes nearby. He said he was very good at fishing. He had caught a number of big trout and salmon, in this region. He told me Anchorage was surrounded by lots of lakes, some even freshwater, and there was plenty of opportunities to do fishing. He showed me his fishing rod that he had with him. The fishing rod was made out of wood and it was impressive, at the same time very useful.
We played cards together. Some other companions had come from the town and they played Poker and Rummy with us.
Jake said that he enjoyed gambling, and it was very much a pastime for him. Jake introduced me to his wife. She was an attractive, pleasant-looking woman in her mid-thirties. She seemed a simple, nice-natured woman and she said that she used to spend here time mainly knitting and sewing. She used to sew and knit clothes and then sell them. She had two kids: one boy and one girl. They were very friendly, and playful. They used to play games with me like hop-scotch, skipping etc. They were only small kids and I would entertain them by joining in with their childish games.
I looked enthusiastically at a picture of my Mum that I had with me. I hadn’t seen her for quite a while and I did miss her. It was a couple of months since we last met. I met her in Wyoming at my brother’s place with his girlfriend.
I was reluctant to take a risky and perilous route through the Red Indian Reserve near Jasper National Park. Pa had said that Red Indians were harmless, yet it was important that I avoided this region.
It was time now to go on my expedition. I had collected all my belongings and we were now ready to set off.

To Jasper National Park, Canada.

We packed all the equipment that we needed into the boot of our truck. We also fastened and attached our canoe and oars onto the top of our truck. We were now geared up to start our travel by truck.
Pa drove us to Jasper National Park, stopping off at various friends’ houses. The trip would take us several days. The friends asked us the usual questions - how we were, where did we plan to go, and what we intended to do there.
We stopped at an inn for some days. We lived life to the full and relaxed at the inn, having our occasional beer and dancing with the locals. Sometimes a live band used to come and play inside the inn. We used to dance the night away. Pa used to watch us dance, while Jake and I used to dance to the music played inside the inn. The musicians would play their violins and everyone would dance around and enjoy themselves. It was mainly country music that was played inside the inn. The atmosphere was lively, exciting and fun.
I used to have a girlfriend in my college days; however we broke up sometime after.
The name of the inn was called, ‘The Evergreens’. It was an antiquated and majestic looking inn. It had been held by the owner and his family for almost a hundred years.
The owner was pleasant, middle-aged, shaven, good-looking man, and very friendly. He used to entertain us in parties. He would play the upright piano in the parties and everyone would dance inside the inn.
The owner of the inn liked playing chess. I would have an occasional game of chess against him. He boasted of times when he used to play chess in international tournaments some time back. He was a very keen player and very accomplished. He said that his track record was so amazing that he had rarely lost a game against any player. We soon left and we thanked the owner of the inn for his hospitality.
It took almost a week to reach Jasper, and the long, desolate and winding roads had a very charming, and beautiful panorama. Tall striking, remarkable and extraordinary mountains surrounded us here and there. Lovely wildlife like sheep and goats, and farms including pastures could be observed from our truck.
We traveled around many winding mountain passes eventually reaching our destination. The wind was blowing strongly and furiously whilst we were on our route.
I continued inside the truck reading my book from back in Anchorage. I resumed reading my book about the Incas. I liked it very much. It was truly interesting, and the tales about their civilization and their conquest of gold intrigued me most. Mountain ranges were particularly prominent in Peru and the country was filled with beautiful panoramas and views. I envisaged Macchu Picchu and the Lost City of the Incas, which was truly beautiful and I was also looking at a picture of Angel Falls in Venezuela. It looked truly grand and spectacular. It had been discovered at the start of the 20th Century by an European explorer, whilst exploring and investigating South America.
I was so engrossed and self-absorbed in the book. Reading about other cultures past was fascinating and interesting.
Pa told me that he had also been on many fishing and hunting expeditions whilst in Peru. He said that Peru was very similar to Anchorage. It had farmland, huge mountains and large green hills sloping all over the landscapes as well as all around.
A few more days were left till we reached Jasper National Park.
We stopped off at the petrol station for a cool drink. The radio there was saying that the holiday season had started. Everyone was going on holiday, relaxing having fun and enjoying themselves. Holiday season had now begun!
Children would be back at their homes, celebrating Christmas with their parents. It would be soon the time of festivity.
Rainfall had now even stopped, and we could quickly travel to Jasper National Park in Canada. I jumped inside the truck and we resumed our journey. I kept on reading my book on Incan civilization, it was interesting and yet I wished I could also go to those places. I also wanted to go to Mexico, and to Acapulco, to its cliffs where great divers used to dive for pearls. It would be an experience that I would truly desire and never regret.
Acapulco was famous for its free-fall diving, unaided by equipment. Divers used to jump off the cliff top down into the Pacific Ocean diving for freshwater pearls.
My Pa handed me a newspaper article and said, “Look at this!”
I looked at the article, it explained about a gemstone called the ‘Alexandrite of Russia’. An Alexandrite was gemstone that changed color in sunlight.
“I didn’t know that there was gemstone like this. Is there really a gemstone like this? Changes color in the light? Amazing!”
“You know the Russians have discovered some of them some time back in the 1800’s in one of their mines. That’s why it's called an 'Alexandrite' after some ruler called Alexander… that’s the way I figure it.”
“Wow! You know that is simply amazing.” I said.
“ You must write letters to your parents, dear boy. They are getting concerned and worried about you. You should write back to them whilst they are in California…”
“ How long do we have to Jasper National Park?” I interrupted.
I really hated it when Pa talked like that.
“ Only a few more hours, I should expect.” he responded.
We continued traveling by truck. I looked outside of the window.
There was a signpost showing that there was only 20 kms to Jasper National Park.
We kept on driving and eventually reached the Jasper National Park Reserve.
‘Welcome to Jasper National Park,’ the sign was written.
I asked him to take out the camera. Pa took out the camera and I took a couple of photos of the view outside. I took pictures of a couple of vales and hills that I could see far away. I could see through the tree foliage that the sun was shining red in the sunset. It was evening time. We had arrived at our destination! It was now time to do some trekking.

Arrived at Jasper: Starting the ‘Jasper’ Mountain Trek.

We parked the truck in the parking reserve and got out all our equipment and canoe that we needed for our expedition. I was busy eagerly taking photos of the scenic wonders of the place.
“ Don’t get carried away kid,” Pa said, “ We have all the time in the world.”
“ I know that Pa, I am just a little bit excited.”
“ Don’t use all the film. We have only a limited supply of spares. Use the camera sparingly.”
“ Don’t worry Pa, we’ll be fine.”
Jake got out of the truck and started unloading the items from within the boot. I had my compass in my hand. I was calibrating it so that I could use it for my voyage. There were huge mountains, snow-capped, grand and picturesque in the distance.
I could see a river far beyond. I thought that I would do some fishing. So I got out my fishing rod and put some bait on its hook, and placed it into the stream. Within five to ten minutes I had captured a fish. I hauled it in and found it was a small mackerel.
I could see the birds flying east in the skies there. Pa took a picture of them with the camera. According to him, they were an uncommon species, and therefore remarkable to view.
A kingfisher suddenly swooped down from the skies into the stream and picked up a fish. Pa caught it on camera.
“Wow, a kingfisher.” I thought to myself, “It is strange to find it in these regions!”
I could see some sheep and cattle grazing on the green grass, on the hilly landscapes beyond.
We decided that we would discuss it amongst ourselves where we would go to, and how long we would do our trekking for.
“ We need to do some investigation, kid! ” Uncle Jake said.
Pa had agreed to drive off to the nearby inn and spend his time waiting there until we returned from our trek. We had given the whole thing much thought and discussion. We had concluded that we would be at Jasper for a maximum of a couple of weeks.

The Voyage to the Mountains of Jasper.

We started hiking towards the beautiful, high, steep, snow-capped mountains that lay in front of us.
I had a backpack on my back with all my stuff and so did Uncle Jake. I was holding my compass in one hand and tent equipment in my other. The compass guided us along route that we had created with our map.
Uncle Jake took charge of the camera. He was an experienced photographer. He had published lots of his photos in a number of magazines, and won national prizes for photo competitions. He was a legend in this field!
We walked through the forestry, towards the mountain ranges. There was a cascading stream amongst the forest and shrubbery.
We stopped by the stream and lay down on the grass. It was here that we decided to pitch our tent. There was a beautiful waterfall there nearby. Uncle Jake took a picture of it with my camera. I was captivated by its strong torrent of water of the waterfall that flowed down towards the stream where we were sitting beside.
We lay down on the meadow grass. There were beautiful dandelions and sunflowers surrounding us. I placed my rucksack on some rocks nearby. It was here that we would rest for a few days. So peaceful and tranquil it was here.
It was lunchtime, and we had something to eat from our provisions. We ate some bread, honey and jam almost like a picnic.
We continued our trekking, and into the woodland we trailed. We followed the trail to the summit of the mountains. It took a couple of days and we climbed 2000m above sea level, and from there we could see beautiful landscapes down below. Uncle Jake took some photos once more from the summit. He told me that he could publish these photos in the Canadian National Nature Magazine. He said that a few months back, he had done just that.
I got a call on my mobile phone from Pa, who asked us how we doing. We told him that we were at the summit of the mountain.
We walked into the woodlands which were on top of the mountain. There were green plants and undergrowth in the woodlands. Tall trees surrounded us, and like a canopy the trees obscured light to down below. Walking around was very difficult as the undergrowth was tangled, and tortuous. Moving around with our boots was not easy. I used my compass to direct myself outside of this place. It was almost like a maze, and getting lost was elementary. I listened to our radio at our tent base, the weather for the next few days was going to be pretty good.
Over the next few days we deciphered a route and way to follow the trail that we had set. Over green hills and vales we energetically roamed.
After hours of walking, we were perspiring a lot and we needed to relax. Uncle Jake took out his water bottle, took a sip and handed the rest to me. I drank the rest of the water.
We went far and wide eventually approaching a wooded valley.
We could see down below the mountains into a nice, placid freshwater lake. The sun was shining radiantly in the deep blue azure. I asked Uncle Jake if we could go down there and take a swim or canoe over there. He said that would be a good idea.
“ Yes we will do that kid! I’d pretty much enjoy that. Let’s go for it.” Uncle Jake said.
“If we descend the mountain passes we can reach the freshwater lake. It should be difficult but challenging,” I said.
It took a few days to go down the trail, following the directions given by our map. Eventually we had reached the base level of the freshwater lake.
We swam in the lake a bit, and then we tried some canoeing on the lake for a few days. Our canoe was a two-manned canoe, and it was enduring yet physically possible to circumnavigate the lake.
Almost a week had now passed since we started, and we had completed our map route. It was time for us to return back to Pa who would be waiting for us at the entrance of the Jasper National Park Reserve.
“What an adventure!” I thought, “This was quite a fun and enthralling time, and how lovely it was to admire the scenic panorama of Jasper National Park.

Return to Pa and home.

Our travel back was strenuous and we trailed the route both night and day. In the night I would use my flashlight and compass to read my map and then navigate my way back to Jasper National Park Reserve - that was where all the cars and trucks were parked. It took a couple of long, hard days, but Uncle Jake and I made it back to the Parking Reserve Lot.
Grandpa waved to us affectionately as we came closer.
“ Well how was the experience?” Pa asked us interested and concerned.
“ Well, Pa to put it short we literally loved it. It was challenging at the same time enduring and tiring, but we made it in the end.” I said.
Uncle Jake explained to him that we had taken a number of photos and they would need developing. He thought that they would come out very well, as he believed that we had captured the scenic beauty of the place very skillfully.
We put all our provisions in the boot of the truck and accounted everything that we had taken for our hiking voyage.
We set off traveling back home by truck to Anchorage that evening.
Uncle Jake had a petty argument with Pa in the truck about something. I wished my elders would stop arguing.
The moon glowed in the night sky as I gazed out through the window and I thought to myself in the bliss of solitude, “ What an enjoyable and pleasant experience. I would treasure it for the rest of my life.”
I was looking forward to meeting my parents in the next few weeks to tell them about our hiking experience.


These novels are children's stories, and are mainly catered for little children / teenagers.

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