Here we are with the same feature photo above that was used for Part I, Chapter 1.
I explained in that chapter that Charlie had insisted the novel should both start and end at Bertha Lake. And I’ve done as he wished.
Bertha is his favorite hike.
That hike holds both his happiest and his most horrific memories.
This photo is from the south end of the lake looking north.
You may remember, though probably not, that Charlie also insisted the novel be divided into thirteen parts, starting with Part XIII, Chapter 1, and ending with Part XIII, Chapter 1. His reason for insisting on the number thirteen is explained in Post 11b.
Initially, I didn’t really see a problem with that, so I said Yes. I’d already said No to him about a number of other things.
But then I changed my mind. I’m still ending with Part XIII. I’m fine with that. However, I started with Part I.
And I’m not sure he ever noticed. If he did, he didn’t say anything.
In the chapter you just read, Charlie and Jillian were sitting on a flat rock taking a break before starting down to the parking lot. They were munching on some of their nibbles. And they’d even made themselves eat the last of their hot, gooey, salty, peanut butter sandwiches.
They’d just finished hiking all the way around the lake, which added an additional 4.6 kilometers, and which would make the hike a total of fifteen kilometers return.
As I mentioned in a previous post, the flat rock they were sitting on is at the base of the rock outcropping that separates those two chutes to the left of center in the photo below.
Across the lake, in a little bay, a fly fisher in chest waders was methodically working his dry fly along the deep end of a reed bed. He was in the shadow of Bertha Peak, but on his backcasts his white fly line sparkled in the sun.
However, in the next photo, which is looking south from the north end of the lake, you can’t see the bay. It’s just around that point in the top right.
Charlie and Jillian were both watching him, although they weren’t really seeing him.
They were reminiscing. Revisiting things they’d talked about before during their many evenings in front of the fireplace, either at Jillian’s in Saskatoon or at Charlie’s in Lethbridge.
About how chance happenings had shaped their lives. About the Divine Within. About Charlie’s rather unique understanding of reincarnation. About how we are able to recreate our Self, if we so choose, right down to the subatomic level, right down to quantum field theory’s zero-point energy field.
And about what Aristotle says we must do to work toward what he calls true happiness.
Then, they both went quiet, lost in their own thoughts. The warmth of the late afternoon sun and the warmth of the rock they were sitting on were quite relaxing.
As you just read, however, after a while Jillian put her hand on Charlie’s knee to get his attention, and then she told him that she’d been wondering about some of the comments he’d made in passing over the last few months. Comments that he hadn’t elaborate on.
She said she’d love to know, for example, what he meant last Christmas when he suggested that maybe they should merge their journeys.
When she’d tried to guess what he’d meant by that, three possibilities had come to mind.
She shared those possibilities with him, but she immediately added that he could easily have meant something altogether different. And she knew she’d be fine with that, too.
She assured him that she wasn’t asking for any changes in their relationship.
She’d just like some clarification, whenever he was ready. Although, maybe there was nothing to clarify. And that, in itself, would be clarification.
You already know, of course, that Charlie didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at her. He was watching six pelicans that had just glided in and were settling in the sun by the far shore.
He thought about the number six.
And he smiled.
And that, folks, brings us to the end of The Companion Book to The Parking Ticket. It is finally completely published here on my website: glennchristianson.ca.
I hope to publish The Parking Ticket on Kindle Select in a month or so, although it might take a bit longer than that. I’ve already started committing half my writing time to my next novel.
When it does end up on Kindle Select, look for:
I have recently added the following information to the theme page:
The Parking Ticket is now published as an e-book on Amazon’s Kindle Select, the paperback version will be there right beside it very soon, and I have finally completed the last chapter in The Companion Book for The Parking Ticket.
In my Blog section, immediately following Part XIII – Chapter 17 – 2018, I’ve grouped a few of the photos I used in the thirty-two chapters of The Companion Book for The Parking Ticket into one post.
I’m assuming some of you might enjoy looking through them without having to read the commentaries.
If, of course, you are curious about one of the photos and would like to know more about it, you could go to its particular chapter in The Companion Book.
To enlarge a single photo in a post, click on it. To zoom in for details, click on it a second time.
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