On The Other Side Of Caspar Anchorage Bay, The Hills & Hillsides, Looks Just Like The Hills & Hillsides We Are On, At This Side Of The Bay.

…Above Photo Shows Another View Of Likely Scenery Surrounding Chris & The Narrator, Where The Narrator Had Stopped So The Troubled Impasse Restaurant Conversation Can Be Resolved.

…[ “I say, "Chris, I think it’s time to talk about some things you don’t know about."
…He listens a little. He senses something is coming. ” ]
…“I look at Chris and see a puzzled, empty look in his eyes, but as soon as I ask him to sit down some of the anger and hatred of this morning reappear.
…"Why?" he asks.
…"I think it’s time we should talk."
…"Well, talk," he says. All the old belligerence is back. It’s the "kind father" image he can’t stand. He knows the "niceness" is false.
…"What about the future?" I say. Stupid thing to ask.
…"What about it?" he says.
…"I was going to ask what you planned to do about the future."
…"I’m going to let it be." Contempt shows now.
…The fog opens for a moment, revealing the cliff we are on, then closes again, and a sense of inevitability about what is happening comes over me. I’m being pushed toward something and the objects in the corner of the eye and the objects in the center of the vision are all of equal intensity now, all together in one, and I say, "Chris, I think it’s time to talk about some things you don’t know about.
… He listens a little. He senses something is coming.
"Chris, you’re looking at a father who was insane for a long time, and is close to it again."
…And not just close anymore. It’s here. The bottom of the ocean.
…"I’m sending you home not because I’m angry with you but because I’m afraid of what can happen if I continue to take responsibility for you."
…His face doesn’t show any change of expression. He doesn’t understand yet what I’m saying.
…"So this is going to be good-bye, Chris, and I’m not sure we’ll see each other anymore."
..That’s it. It’s done. And now the rest will follow naturally.
…He looks at me so strangely. I think he still doesn’t understand. That gaze . . . I’ve seen it somewhere . . . somewhere . . . somewhere. . . .
…In the fog of an early morning in the marshes there was a small duck, a teal that gazed like this. . . . I’d winged it and now it couldn’t fly and I’d run up on it and seized it by the neck and before killing it had stopped and from some sense of the mystery of the universe had stared into its eyes, and they gazed like this . . . so calm and uncomprehending . . . and yet so aware. Then I closed my hands around its eyes and twisted the neck until it broke and I felt the snap between my fingers.
…Then I opened my hand. The eyes still gazed at me but they stared into nothing and no longer followed my movements.“

ZMM Narrator’s “High Point”, Point Cabrillo Dr, about 1.2 travel mile Southwest of Caspar, CA.
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