July 30, 2016 2:00
am
Dear Diary,
“That is my dad at the door,” I said.
The ranger went to the door and opened it.
“You need to help me.
My child is missing.”
“Wait, hold on. Your child is here with me.”
Dad came in and he was not happy.
“What possessed you to do such a thing? I told you to go to your tent and stay
there. Go back to your tent now and do
not leave until I get there. And, this
time I mean do not leave!”
“But Dad, you don’t understand.”
“I understand plenty and you are to go now! Where is the other ranger?”
“There is no other ranger,” I said. “You need to let me explain.”
“I don’t need to let you do anything. NOW GO!”
That is when the ranger intervened.
“Sir, you do need to listen to what has happened. There is no other ranger. The person or thing that came to your site
tonight was not a park ranger. I am the
only ranger at this site.”
“What do you mean or thing?
What is going on here?”
“Please just sit down and we will try to explain
everything.”
“Yes, Dad we will explain it all if you will just listen.”
He glared at me and I thought he was going to say no. But, he did sit down and then we told him
everything. I started with what had
happened to me when I went to the water.
I told him how I met the ranger’s son and how together we planned a way
for us, or rather me, to get back. The
ranger filled in the part about losing his son and the six kids.
I could see doubt in my dad’s eyes and knew he was not
believing any of it. I handed him my
diary and told him to read it. He was
reluctant at first but then read the diary.
When he finished he said, “Most of this is not your handwriting. Who did you have write it?”
“I don’t know who wrote it but it is exactly what happened
to me each day.”
“Each day? You were
gone approximately a half an hour and you expect me to believe all that
happened to you in that time period?
He looked at the ranger and said, “You actually believe this
to be true?”
“I do believe it is true because of what happened with my
son. I don’t know if the person who
helped get your child back was my son but I have to hope he is okay and taking
care of those other kids.”
“Okay, say it is true.
And for the record, I am not saying I buy any of this. Where is the other ranger now?”
“We don’t know. But I do know that he or it will be back in
the morning and will try to take your child away.”
“Let him come and see how far he gets!”
I could see my dad was mad and I think a little scared. He didn’t want to believe what I was saying
but I think he was starting to see it was a possibility.
“We need to get out of here and I mean now,” dad said.
“Dad, we can’t just leave.
We have to help my friend. Those
things know for sure that he is alive now and they are going to go after
him. That means the other kids are in
danger as well. No, I am going to stay
and fix this.”
“How do you plan on fixing this? Where is this friend of yours? We will go get him and the kids and take them
out of here as well.”
“They are not here in the campsite. I will need to go back and get them.”
“NO!”
That came from both my dad and the ranger at the same
time. They both looked shocked and
horrified.
“Absolutely not!” The ranger said.
“Forget it,” my dad said.
“I can’t forget it and we have to help them. This will be a slaughter and it will be my
fault.”
I looked right at my dad and said, “You always said to be
faithful and true to your friends. Well
friends do not let other friends get hurt, especially when they risked their
lives to save you. No, I will go on my
own and I will help my friend.”
“How? By going
back? How do you plan on getting
there? Do you have a magic carpet that
will take you?”
Dad was not happy and getting very upset again.
“No, I don’t have a magic carpet but I have an inner tube
that will take me back.”
The ranger was the next to speak. He said very softly, “Thank you for wanting
to help my son but I am afraid I agree with your dad. That is not going to happen.”
I tried to say something else but he put up his hand and
stopped me.
“Let me finish. I
need you to take me to the tube and get the water to start running fast. I will go on the tube to find my son or whoever
is there. I owe it to my son to
try. Will you please help me get to
him?”
“You can’t go alone.
You don’t know where to look or even how to stop at the right spot. If you get it wrong, the water will take you
to those things and you won’t be able to help anyone.”
“After what you just said, do you really think I would ever
agree to let you go?” said my dad.
“Together the ranger and I could make it. I know what to do and I know exactly how to
stop in the right place. I have to do
this.”
“Would you at least agree to listen to the plan?” I said.
I didn’t realize but everyone was standing. We all sat down and I explained my plan
including how we would tie the rope to the tree and use the locking pulley to
stop the tube at the spot where we needed to get out of the water. Dad was quick to ask, “Who is we?”
I told him the ranger needed to go because I was sure it was
his son and I understood exactly why he needed to go. It had been 12 years and he finally had some
hope.
“How are you planning to get back?’ asked my dad.
“This time I will go prepared. I will make sure we have what is needed to
get back starting with a raft to carry all of us and a pulley system that will
pull the weight. We will each carry a
backpack with items needed to return and nothing else.”
“So now the question is, do I have your permission to
go? It will be so much better if I know
you are not angry or upset. But, I do
have to do this and it has to be done before dawn when that other thing comes
back.”
My dad looked at both the ranger and me and finally said,
“You can go on one condition and that is, that I go with you.”
“You can’t,” I said.
“It is too dangerous. If
something happened to you what would mom and the other kids do?”
“I don’t think that it would be a good idea,” said the
ranger. “We have no idea what is going
to happen or if we can get back.”
My dad looked right at the ranger and said, “12 years ago
you lost your son to whatever is going on out there. I have no intention of losing my
daughter. Either I go or no one goes.”
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