Murder attempt

As all followers of Durkon Thundershield know, trees are evil.

I think it most likely began with a fight. A raccoon, not quite fully grown, and something else. Given the tree’s location inside an RV park, probably a dog. A large dog, because raccoons fight nasty. And the raccoon was losing. It had taken some nasty injuries, particularly at the end of its nose. So it ran up the tree to escape.

The tree made sure that didn’t happen. It trapped that young raccoon and made sure it would never leave.

Or, and it wouldn’t surprise me any, maybe the tree hired a hawk or eagle to make the hit on the raccoon and bring it the corpse. Who knows what dark rituals trees might perform?

However it happened, the tree soon had a dead raccoon in its grasp. And for a long time, as the body decayed and bits and pieces fell away, it did not let go. Finally it was left with just the bare clean skull, minus the lower jaw, tip of the snout, and a few teeth.

About a week ago I went around our motorhome rolling up the awnings before a storm. We planned to hit the road soon and didn’t want the awnings to be wet. As I attended to this task, I passed under the tree.

And the tree tried to kill me by dropping that raccoon skull on my head.

Fortunately for me, this tree hadn’t had a lot of practice in dropping things on people. It missed by about three feet. I grabbed the skull (so I could identify it later) and got out before the tree could find something for another try.


Chasing the Rainbow

We were coming down off the east side of Lookout Pass, in the narrow twisting valley just past Taft, when the rainbow first popped out of the trees and arced across the valley. It was a young rainbow, not very intense and unable to fly very high, but there it was, trying to mis-color the trees on the hillside straight ahead of us.

It wouldn’t let us get very close, of course. Rainbows never do. Young ones might be more adventurous and teasing, but they never forget this important rule of rainbow life. As we drove toward it, it slowly retreated until it sank into the trees and disappeared.

But then we rounded a couple corners, and there it was in front of us. Rainbows can move quickly when they want to, and this one knew all the local shortcuts. It had slipped through the forest faster than we were driving on the freeway.

Again the rainbow slowly withdrew into the trees and disappeared. This time there was a soft noise like…  well, like a young rainbow giggling.

A few more turns through the hills, and the rainbow popped up again. And two more times before we got to Seltice and the rainbow, laughing, ran off to play its game with someone else.