Well, the internet doesn’t seem to want to entertain me today, so I guess I’m stuck with entertaining myself.
\nThe following is mostly an exercise in description — a sort of literary still-life — the purpose was simply to force me to write something<\/i>, because there is fuck. all. going on today worth commenting on.<\/p>\n
\nWe found the stone ring by following the two dusty wheel tracks that cut across the hillside.
\nIt wasn’t the sort of thing that immediately put you in mind of ancient druids; it was more like the Viet Nam Memorial than Stonehenge: low-slung and built into the shallow slope like a miniature retaining wall that created a level space within it. Calling it a ring was also wrong, because it wasn’t really a complete circle; the top of the ring’s wall followed the same slope as the hillside so that the lower third disappeared into the ground. The result was a ‘C’ about twenty feet across, made up of the same rust-and-midnight-blue stones that lined the creek bed downslope and about two and a half feet tall on its deepest side.
\nThe stones had been worked so that they could be set into the wall cleanly and mortared into place, but the result was nothing like a smooth facade; common vines, thistle, dog weed, and even a volunteer aspen sapling poked out from various cracks and seams, and while many of the stones were roughly the same size, several jutted out into the circle more than far enough to make good, even comfortable places to sit and rest (which we did). While we walked the day had seemed hot and dusty, but a cool breeze caught up with us a few moments after we leaned back against the sun-warmed inner wall of the circle with our legs splayed out into the cropped sweet clover.
\nThere were four stones standing or laying within the ring in no particular pattern, and we studied them simply because they were new to us and there was nothing else to see.
\nThe smallest two were roughest: one, about the size of a sack of grain, lay flat to the ground but had too uneven a surface to use as a comfortable seat or any kind of reliable platform; the second was less than a foot tall and jutted out of the ground at an angle, like the tip of an iceberg or the nose of a shark.
\nThe largest stone lay almost at the edge of the circle in that portion where the wall had merged with the ground. It lay flat and had an even and comfortable surface (basically rectangular) that was more than large enough for three or four of us to sit on with our backs to one another without anyone pressing in on someone else.
\nThe fourth stone stood upright a few feet from where I sat in the ‘deepest’ part of the ring; just tall enough to block my view down the hill when I was sitting down. It was a bit thicker in the middle than on either end, and its shape, combined with the cracks and variations in its surface, reminded me of a child’s mitten with the thumb pressed in tightly against the fingers.
\nTommy was the one that noticed something wrong with it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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