
The Mystery of the Crying Woman
And the curse of Puesta del Sol Canyon
(A Lucas Winslow Story — Episode 8)
Like an idiot, Lucas Winslow was wearing tennis shoes when he took a short hike into the little canyon to the west of his property. He had recently purchased brand new expensive hiking boots but out of habit he just put on the tennis shoes. The hiking boots sat on the floor of his closet right next to the tennis shoes but Lucas grabbed the tennis shoes and did not even notice the hiking boots which still had yet to be worn.
Following the creek, Lucas realized that very soon after leaving his property the land turned very rocky and wild. There was no path to follow. It was a matter of climbing over rocks and logs, jumping from rock to rock, climbing up then down then up again, while carefully avoiding cacti and keeping an eye out for rattlesnakes. It was not far into the canyon when Lucas remembered the hiking boots.
Lucas was filled with joy. He had not experienced any of this kind of hiking in over eight years. Back in the very, very, very flat land from which Lucas had recently moved from, hiking was not a real thing. Since everything is so flat it is really cannot be called hiking. It is just walking.
But Lucas did plenty of desert hiking and mountain hiking when he was younger. It all started when he was in the Cub Scouts and went on a hike with his troop up to a real abandoned gold mine in the mountains. While all the rest of the boys were busy glancing down for rattlesnakes, Lucas searched for gold nuggets. Nature hikes, some solitary, continued unabated for the rest of his childhood well into his adult years. But now he was in his sixties and had been only walking on flat land for eight years. The excitement he felt descending into the canyon came with extra carefulness as his body began remembering how to hike.
Before setting off into the canyon Lucas had done a little bit of research online and found a map that showed the name of the little canyon. It is the same name attached to the little creek than ran along the southern edge of his property and then emptied into the canyon. It is a Spanish name, Puesta del Sol, which in English means ‘sunset.’ He was hiking along Sunset Creek heading into Sunset Canyon. It felt nice that the place had a name.
The canyon had been called Puesta del Sol Canyon for almost four hundred years. Lucas wondered what it was called by the people before the Spaniards arrived…
… and the people before them.
About thirty minutes into the hike Lucas came upon the first stone circle. Most of its original stones seemed to be intact. The flat ground in the middle of the circle was sand with no plants.
Lucas stepped into the circle and stood in the very middle. Facing west, he closed his eyes and used the Spinning White Light Hands Technique to get centered. Slowly, he began turning in a clockwise direction. He made one full rotation and to his surprise he was overcome with nausea and a sharp stabbing pain in his neck.
Once again facing west, he opened his eyes to see the crying woman that he had seen earlier. She was standing on a rock about twenty-five paces ahead. The rock was slightly higher than the circle.
Incredibly intense waves of sorrow poured out from the woman. She was crying profusely and she was looking right into Lucas’ eyes.
“Hello?” Lucas was filled with very strong emotions as he looked at the woman’s face. It was like feeling the entire spectrum of emotions all at once.
As a tear rolled down his cheek, Lucas began walking towards the woman but as soon as he stepped out of the stone circle the woman disappeared into thin air.
He turned around and stepped back into the circle but turning around he saw that she was still gone. The nausea was coming back and when Lucas stepped back out of the circle the nausea abated.
But he still felt disoriented and at unease. He stood for several minutes staring in the direction where the crying woman had stood and tried to understand what had just happened.
And his neck kept hurting. What was that all about?
Abruptly, Lucas decided he needed to get out of there. He turned around and headed back up the canyon to his property. He walked quickly, his thoughts in complete disarray.
About three-fourths of the way back Lucas came to a rise and stopped. He turned around and saw that the sun was setting over the canyon. All the hillside rocks seemed to turn orange. From this point he could see above and beyond the canyon at the tall mountains in the distance. Wisps of clouds highlighted the light show at the western edge of the sky.
“Thank you for this day,” said Lucas as he stared into the sun as it was slipping behind the horizon. The canyon was beautiful in the horizontal sunset light. Lucas tried to fully immerse himself in the beauty. He suddenly realized why the canyon was called Sunset Canyon. The view was breathtaking.
While the neck pain had completely vanished, there was still a knot in Lucas’ stomach. He could still feel the crying woman’s sorrow.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and resumed his hike home. Once there, he took a long, hot shower.
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Complete Writings of White Feather
Previous Lucas Winslow Stories:
Episode One: The Silent Teacher Episode Two: A Place To Live and Die Episode Three: The First Time Steve Showed Up Episode Four: The Lay of the Land Episode Five: Lunch at the Rattlesnake Diner Episode Six: The Day the Park Benches Arrived Episode Seven: The Day the Solar Panels Arrived
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