Where's the Road?

Randy Wetherell

Description

Saying goodbye to their wives and children, Joe and Randy set out on a one-day fishing adventure, unaware that their one-day trip would last their entire lives. Through some force of nature, they, along with their car, punch their way through time unknowingly. Thinking that they have just gone off the road at first, as time passes, they realize the world that they knew is no longer with them. What follows is their incredible will to live, and the little Neanderthal girl they save from near death. Calling her Mininew, they are reminded of their own children by her. Taking the car apart to make weapons and whatever that can be used for survival, they follow a river to the ocean. Their incredible journey is met by bloody fights with prehistoric men, and it becomes a quest for survival and hunting or being hunted.

Sujets

• Adventure (Guyana)
• Adventure

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
• Date de parution: 08 janvier 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645753148
• Langue: English

Extrait

W here’s the R oad?
Randy Wetherell
Austin Macauley Publishers
08-01-2021
Where’s the Road? Where’s the Road? Chapter 1 The Trip Chapter 2 Weapon of Choice Chapter 3 Dugout Canoe Chapter 4 Randy’s Adventure Chapter 5 Familiar Scent Chapter 6 Reunion Chapter 7 Journey by River Chapter 8 From the Ashes, a New Friend Chapter 9 The Sea Chapter 10 The Long Walk Chapter 11 Strange Lands Chapter 12 A Home Far from Home Chapter 13 Friendly Neighbors Chapter 14 Unexpected Gift Chapter 15 Call of the Wild Chapter 16 Hunting the Beast Chapter 17 Endless Winter
Randy Wetherell was born in Nova Scotia in 1955 to a military family. Even in his youth, his fascination with the wonders of nature captured his imagination, even time itself. The adventures he had with his friends as a young teenager, camping out in the remote forest of New Brunswick weeks at a time with only their wits to find food and shelter, sparked his imagination to write a story that would bring out the spirit of adventure in everyone.
To my daughter, Amanda; and wife, Isabella.
Copyright © Randy Wetherell (2021)
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Wetherell, Randy
Where’s the Road?
ISBN 9781645753131 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645753124 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645753148 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020920830
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Chapter 1 The Trip
It was a hot and humid Friday afternoon, and Randy was at home sitting with his wife, talking about his adventures he had when he was a boy about his many camping and hunting trips. As he explained how he and his friends would spend weeks at a time in remote forest using their wits and hunting skills to gather food. The more he talked, the more he would crave for a good outing with a few friends. But as he jokingly said to his wife, the friends I have now have never even seen a tree.
His wife smiled and then mentioned, “Why you don’t call Joe? He likes to go fishing.”
Randy paused for a few seconds, then said, “I did not know Joe likes fishing; I will give him a call tomorrow.”
The next day, his wife, Isabella, reminded him to give Joe a call. “Yeah,” Randy said, “Right after I make my coffee, I hope he likes the idea,” as he picked up the phone, after several rings, Carla, Joe’s wife, answers the phone.
“Hello, Carla, how are you?”
“Fine, what is on your mind?” she asked with a sigh.
“Is Joe in, I would like to ask him something?”
“Yes, he is here. Give him a few minutes; he is down in the basement fixing the water tank. Oh wait, here he comes. Joe, it’s Randy on the phone.”
“Hey, Randy, what’s up?”
“Say what are you doing this weekend? I was thinking let’s go fishing.”
“Why not?” Joe said, “It’s been at least two years since I went fishing. But it will have to be on Sunday because my car is in for repair and it won’t be ready until Saturday afternoon. I will give you a call tomorrow afternoon and let you know. I am going to ask my brother if he would like to come with us.”
“Okay.”
“And by the way, when you call me back, let me know what I should bring with me.”
“Well, for starters,” Joe said with a chuckle, “Start making ice. My freezer is too full and there is no room to make ice.”
“Okay, Joe,” Randy said, “Call me tomorrow. Hanging up the phone.”
Randy quickly looked for his wife.
Calling out her name several times. Isa, where you are? he thought, maybe she is outside sitting on the step, watching Amanda playing.
As he was about to open the door to go out, she came in. “Well, it’s all set,” Randy said with a smile, “We’re going Sunday.”
“Sunday,” Isa blurted out, “I thought you wanted to go on Saturday.”
“He can’t make it on Saturday; his car is at the shop.”
“Well, do you know what to bring with you.”
Randy shakes his head and said, “You bet and besides, tomorrow is Saturday and I will have the whole day to prepare.”
Saturday morning was showing signs it was going to be a hot day. And Randy woke up with a little hint of excitement at the prospect of the fishing trip. Rushing downstairs, he met his daughter halfway, seeing the sad look on her face he asked her what was wrong.
“I want to go fishing with you,” she said in a tearful voice.
“I can’t take you, it’s only me and Joe going, and besides, it’s going to be too hot for you. I will tell you what, next Saturday, me, you, and mommy will all go to the beach.”
With a big smile, she said, “You promise.”
“I swear,” Randy said as he held his hand up to his chest, “Now let’s go get some breakfast.”
Isa was making coffee when the phone rang, “Hello, oh, hi, Joe, yes, he is here, Randy, it’s for you.”
“Don’t tell me he can’t make it,” Randy whispered to her as he took the phone. “Good morning,” Randy said in a robust voice.
“Morning, Randy, we will have to take your car, mine, I can’t get fixed until next week.”
“No problem, what time do I pick you up in the morning?”
“Four o’clock,” Joe said with a chuckle.
“Four o’clock,” Randy repeated.
“Yea, it’s about one-and-a-half-hour drive to get to the lake, and don’t forget to pack a big lunch. Okay, Joe, I will see you in the morning.”
Hanging up the phone, Randy turned to his wife saying, “We better make more ice if it’s going to be hot like this tomorrow. We will need a lot, oh and by the way, I am taking my car, Joe’s is still in the shop.”
“Well, you better fill up the gas tank today before you forget.”
“I filed the car yesterday after work.”
“Well, you better clear out your trunk,” his wife said, with a stern voice, “And did you give back the tools you borrowed from your job?”
Randy’s eyes opened wide and paused for a few seconds before speaking.
“They’re still in the trunk. I will take them out later.”
“Later,” his wife said, “You will forget.”
Suddenly, the phone rang. “Now what,” Randy said as he picked up the phone, “Hello.”
“Hey, Randy. I forget to tell you my brother cannot make it; his daughter is going to sing at Sunday school tomorrow. And his wife said if he misses it, he better not come back from fishing.”
“No problem, that’s more beer for us.”
“Right,” Joe said with a laugh, “I will see you in the morning.”
Hanging up the phone, Randy turned to his wife saying, “I better make my lunch for tomorrow, then go out get the drinks. The rest of the day never seemed to end,” as he kept himself busy.
That night he went to bed early, wakening up to the sound of the alarm; for a second, he thought it was a workday. Then, it hit him, it was almost four o’clock.
Jumping out of bed, he rushed downstairs and quickly packed the cooler with food and drinks, then made himself a hardy breakfast and after an extra coffee to take with him in the car. All the while keeping quiet, as to not to wake his wife and daughter.
Putting all his gear in the backseat of the car, he took one last look at his house. Then speeded off, to pick up his friend. Still half asleep, he hoped Joe would be ready, but sure enough, there he was, waiting at the door with all his fishing gear.
Jumping out of the car, Randy quickly opened the trunk.
“Oh no,” Randy said, “I forgot to take out my tools, and my wife told me a half dozen times.”
“No problem,” Joe said, “My stuff will fit.”
Getting back into the car, Joe said with a smile, “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” Randy asked.
“Just go where I point.”
They both laughed.
It took a half hour just to get out of the city, their spirits were high, as they drove through the cool morning air. The highway was almost bare of cars; they told jokes and talked about their fishing trip and how much fish they were going to catch.
The road was straight and as the sun peaked over the horizon, they could see for miles.
Joe started to complain about his car, when Randy pointed out the window and said what are those shadows on the fields and road up ahead.
Joe looked, then turned back to Randy, saying, “They look like shadows clouds would make.”
“You’re right,” Randy said with a puzzled look on his face, “But there are no clouds in the sky and look, there are rain drops on the windshield.”
Taking a deep breath, Joe said, “This is weird, and I don’t feel too good.”
“Me either,” said Randy.
Suddenly, there was a loud thump under the car. They both quickly turned to each other. “What was that?” Randy yelled out.
“I don’t know,” Joe said in a panicked voice and then he cried out, “Randy, look out,” they both turned and looked in terror as the car plowed through thick bushes and undergrowth, they braced themselves as the car raced toward a huge tree, and with a loud crash, the car tore through the decaying tree, in his panic, Randy kept his foot on the gas.
Joe yelled stop over and over until Randy snapped out of his grip on the gas and hit the brakes. But it did little to slow down the car as it started to slide down an embankme