You don’t have to imagine what I did when I saw this because I’m going to tell you 🙂
but I’m curious at to what you would have done? maybe nothing. Maybe something crazy.
My husband and I alternate between the various forest trails and parks in our area for reasons of variety but also because (case in point) no matter how many times we visit a park we inevitably discover a new trail or stumble upon a natural wonder that, for reasons of exhaustion, dehydration or temporary blindness we missed on a previous visit.
Anyway the point is when we saw this door we both stopped in wonderment.
“Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice.
We couldn’t believe we had missed this on our previous visits to this park in West Vancouver. Here hewn into a boulder the size of a small cabin is a door!
Well, said I. If we were in Israel this would be Lazarus’ tomb.
Well said the Mr we’re in Canada.
Well if we were in Arabia it would be Ali Baba’s cave.
You know Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
Well we’re not in Arabia.
So who do you suppose lives here? I ask.
At this point the Mr rolls his eyes and leans against the side of the boulder because he knows what’s coming.
I follow the steps up to the door and push hard. But the door doesn’t budge.
Maybe there’s a code. You know like Ali Baba.
Did you take your medication this morning?
Nothing. The door doesn’t roll open. Troll fingers don’t appear from inside the small cavern. Troll eyes didn’t blink in the sunlight.
Maybe I should knock.
Yeah said Mr, try that (because you’re insane).
I knock and hurt my knuckles. I wait, listening for the Norns who spin fates into tapestries in the bowels of the earth to grumble at the interruption name or the gruff query from the dwarf with the miner’s hat busy adding to his hoard of precious gems.
Mr is making sounds of disapproval. He doesn’t like it when I ‘go weird on him’. He says my mind is tethered to an air balloon.
I call him a grumpy conformist.
No one’s home. (He says trying to humour me). Let’s move on.
So with camera in hand I follow him down to the beach.
Mr and I follow a narrow path that led us to this rocky beach (above) and stretch out in the sun for the remainder of the afternoon.
Isn’t that a rock giant reclining in the distance? over there by those scraggly bushes? I ask.