Classic Bitch Flip
No one around. I'm at lower Rainbow Falls on the middle fork of the San Joaquin. More Devil's Postpile hellishness: Shirelle's cunt got all inflamed. We were at the top of the freakish formations of some long-ago inferno of molten rock. It had taken about five minutes to climb up there, but Shirelle acted as if we were on the Bataan Death March. Just over the trail a little more was the trail to the falls, but Shirelle said, "I don't want to go if it's going to be all uphill. Isn't there some flat way we can go?"
"Hello?" I said. "We're in the MOUNTAINS. There are going to be some ups and downs on the trail."
She made some bitchy noises.
"Fine," I said. I led us back down the trail below the Postpile to our camp.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I thought the trail was the other way."
"I'm going back to the car because you don't want to walk up any hills."
She abruptly turned and walked the other way, down the trail to the falls. I stood there. She'd done it again. The classic bitch-flip: Complain against my idea until I give up, then do my idea. I let her go, thinking how stupid she was. If we had just continued from where we had been, she wouldn't have had to climb the hill again. I was carrying the water, too. Shit. I decided I better go after her. I needed the exercise anyway. The trail passes through a forest of scorched black trees. In other places the trees are ashy white skeletons, the result of a 1992 conflagration. It makes the place even more eerily devilish. Two and a half miles in, about a half mile from the falls, I came upon Shirelle marching back the other way. We passed each other wordlessly.
Now I'm here. A few scattered raindrops fall. I can't tell if I hear a roll of thunder over the roar of the waterfall. I guess when I get back, we'll pack up and go. I'm sick of her crappy attitude. I'll read a little before or head back... or maybe not. The raindrops are becoming less and less scattered. In fact it's coming back down pretty good now.
Labels: Lowlife Literature, the Sierra Nevada