Burning That Bridge

I have an escape. Let me explain a bit. If you don’t know me well, you are just like everybody else on this planet. I’m not that unique because there are others like me who don’t care much for people. There are those who think that they could survive off alone somewhere. I feel like that.

I know a place. I even have a plan on how to disappear there.

I have use small elements of this escape in my Icarus story where the main character is extremely paranoid. I won’t go into my escape plan here.

The place is Laniapoko canyon on West Maui. I hiked up there as a scout. There is an endless supply of fresh water and edible plants. There is probably taro that was a staple of the Hawaiian diet. I could take rice and flour if I wanted to only stay a while.

I would have to pass the time somehow. I would have my Bible and some long novels and my harmonica and I could carve things from wood or build dams in the stream. Laniapoko canyon is preferable to Ukumehame canyon for two main reasons.

First it is considerably less traveled. Second, about a mile up into the canyon there is a tunnel. It’s man made and extends in several hundred yards. I don’t know how old it is and even our scoutmaster wasn’t sure how it got there.

I could live deep in the cave if anyone was looking for me. I could build fires at night in enough that the light wouldn’t be seen.

In the back of my mind I have always had this security that if things got overwhelmingly bad, I would have this.

I could utterly disappear and never be found.

I would live like a castaway by choice. Alone.

But I have just posted this on the internet for anyone to read.

Doing this I have committed myself to not disappear and to stay where I belong.

So that you reader for being a part of this burning of a bridge that should not be there.