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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 2
By the time he reached the door, his thoughts had only swirled faster into a big blur. He took a deep breath, turned the handle, walked in, andÑ-
Wait! What was this? All the raging thoughts were suddenly displaced by the shock of what he had walked into. All thoughts except for the need to use the facilities, that is. This was no outhouse! Was this an actual bathroom built into the hill? He found a real honest-to-God toilet with water in it. He flushed it once just to make sure he wasn't imagining things. It flushed and refilled swiftly and quietly. 'My God,' Andrew thought, 'I'm fascinated by a toilet. What is wrong with me today?' He sat down to do his business and tried to gather his thoughts together.
This was obviously not just an outhouse, but why here? How did they get plumbing up the mountain? It was just too bizarre and there were no answers.
Once he was finished, he looked at the room more closely. It was huge, maybe twenty feet across once you got past the outhouse-sized entryway. There were two stalls with a fancy two-way toilet paper dispenser between them and nearly full-height doors for each. The sink under the big mirror on one wall was one of those ultra-modern trough-style sinks that looked like an eight-foot long shelf with a slight angle down toward the wall. There were three faucets evenly spaced that were mounted higher than normalÑas if they were meant for a kitchen instead of a bathroom. There was a very large shower with a built-in bench along the back wall and more spray nozzles than he would have ever imagined putting into a single shower. Rather than the typical tile, the walls and even the floor seemed to be carved out of the natural rock. There was no glass or divider of any kind between the shower and the rest of the room, and he realized the floor of the entire room was tilted ever so slightly toward the shower, where there was a drainage slit under the shower bench. The ceiling was made up of light panels of some sort that almost appeared seamless. This was some outhouse!
Andrew also noticed a door to one side of the shower. He went to open it out of sheer curiosity, but there was no visible handle and he couldn't budge it by pushing against it. He pulled on some of the rocks protruding out of the wall trying to find a secret handle, but to no avail. 'Well, Alice, this is some rabbit hole you have found,' he said to himself.
He washed his hands and used the hand dryer conveniently mounted on the wall next to the entryway. He tried to turn off the light on his way out, but there was no light switch, so he just went out the door and made sure to shut it behind him. Even knowing what was there, he could hardly make it out from its surroundings. It looked for all the world to be an ordinary, if tidy, outhouse placed against a sheer cliff.
He glanced toward the track, but John had indeed driven off without him, so he looked back to his right in search of the stairs. They were right there. Andrew half expected them to be rough-hewn cliff-hugging steps with a sheer drop to one side, but although they did appear to be hewn from the rock itself, they were very even and level and almost disappointingly regular. He could see they descended out of sight on one side and performed a similar feat going up in the other direction. The smooth metal handrail on one side was a welcome feature after the first five minutes of trudging up the steps.
Just as he was coming up with some particularly choice words to describe John, there was a little alcove with a bench and a water fountain. Water fountain? Yes, and it dispensed the cleanest tasting water he had ever had. He hadn't realized he was thirsty, but he had to be careful not to drink too much too quickly. He sat on the bench for a moment to catch his breath. 'Maybe I should succumb and go to the gym after all,' he grumbled to himself. As he sat there, he glanced out to see a beautiful view just higher than most of the surrounding trees. He was caught up once again with just how glorious nature can be.
As he stood to leave, he noticed an envelope lying on the bench. He hadn't dropped it, had he? He picked it up and noticed it had his name on it. He didn't recognize it, so he was pretty sure he hadn't brought it with him. But it said "Andrew" in clear lettering across the front. Was this letter for another Andrew? Left here in the middle of the woods? 'What are those odds,' he asked himself with a chuckle. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened it:
My Dear Andrew- I really hope you find this letter. I have really enjoyed spending time with you the last few weeks, and I am glad you came with me today. I hope by the end of this evening, I make you feel as special as you make me feel. You mentioned that you wish you did more hiking, so I thought this might be a good first go at it, hahaha. I am so excited to see you at the top, but don't forget to check out the views along the way. After all, life is about enjoying the journey, not a race to the finish line. -John
Andrew's eyes welled up as he read and he could barely read at all by the second time through. 'He really wrote this for me? How could he know I would end up taking these stairs? Did I really make him feel that special? How can I possibly have made him as happy as he makes me?'
With renewed vigor, he took to the stairs once again. 'If he really wanted to spend time with me, why did he ditch me and make me take the stairs? I hate stairs!' It wasn't long before he spotted another bench and fountain. After taking another drink, he looked out over the landscape. He was definitely higher now, only a few trees rose higher than this vantage point. The canopy of the trees below him spread like a brilliant carpet of green with brightly colored birds darting around to and fro. Off to the left far below, he could see the ribbon where the road cut through the forest on its way to other places. Thinking of Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken,' he looked at the bench to find another envelope.
My Dear Andrew- I'm going to assume you got my other letter first. If not, I ask you to just go with it. I love this spot because it reminds me of that old poem that says something about there being different paths to take and the best one is usually the one that others aren't taking. I don't really remember how it goes, but you might. I always wish I could remember the words when I look down and see the road and think of all the people driving right through this forest and not stopping to take it in. I'm glad you stopped to take it in. I will see you at the top! -John
Andrew mounted the stairs once again, hoping that this would be the last leg of his journey. He was working up an appetite and hadn't thought to grab dinner before they left.
On a normal Friday at this time, he would be watching some TV show that he recorded during the week. This was definitely a change of pace, and he was enjoying it quite a bitÑdespite the stairs. The view made the steps much less onerous.
He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the next bench. He took a drink from the fountain and looked for the note before looking at the view this time. Sure enough, there was another envelope with his name on it in John's tidy handwriting.
My Dear Andrew- This is the last viewpoint before you meet me at the top. I call this my "Oyster Spot" because I always feel like I can reach out and take the world as my oyster from here. I can't wait to see you up top! In this envelope, you will find a key. I remember you saying you like mysteries, so here is one for you to ponder. If you figure out what this goes to, I will admit it, but otherwise I will tell you when the time is right. For now, I am only going to say that it unlocks a whole new world. -John
Andrew looked out and was amazed at how small everything had become. It really looked like everything was in miniature. By this time, even the trees weren't distinctively trees, but just single stitches in an intricately woven tapestry. It was stunning, but Andrew was impatient now and wanted to get back to JohnÑ-although he couldn't decide if he wanted to punch him or hold him when he did.
He took the key from the envelope and found it had been threaded onto a dog tag chain. It was clearly a door key, but beyond that, it was pretty nondescript. He wanted to think it might be to John's place, but didn't dare to really hope for that. 'Mystery indeed,' he thought as he thought as he put it down around his head and tucked the key into his shirt before heading up the last section of stairs. 'That works for me.'
Andrew thought about the day's surprises and even though they seemed to discomfit him, he realized that he had asked for it. Not in so many words, of course, but he began to remember a few offhand remarks he had made while talking to John over the last couple weeks. It was almost scary to recognize that, because it meant that John was listening and remembered what Andrew had said and found a way to make them happen. Andrew also realized he was actually enjoying every minute of it all. 'I guess I won't punch him in the face after all,' he thought as he climbed.
Before he knew it, he had reached the last few steps. As he made it to the top, he was taken aback by what he saw.
Directly in front of him was a beautiful 30-foot waterfall cascading down the rock face into a lovely little natural pool. The spray of the splash at the bottom threw brilliant little rainbows in every direction. And right in the middle of its waist-deep water stood a shirtless John with water running down his furry chest. It took Andrew's breath away.
If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com