The Weight of All Things (5)

Chapter Six
Nicolás is now heading home through a route of rocky hills, jagged ravines, and there are creeks snaked along the bottom of some canyons. Vegetation choked the gullies, and in low spots, dense bamboo stands. These certain paths are common in El Salvador. In fact, being in one of them is one of my first memories as a child. I was two years old when i visited El Salvador for the first time and it was beautiful. If you lived up the hills, you would go through one of the most beautiful woods ever. I remember crossing a huge canyon on just a log going across it. There is an abundant of trees, plants, and wild life. These are virgin woods, were no one builds or cut through them. Nicolás continues up that path, till he reached his house. It was deserted, just like the El Retorno. At first he gets scared, but immediately, it occurs to him that his Grandfather might be fishing down stream. He goes and check if the fishing gear was were they put it. It was missing from its original spot, so he accepts the idea that his Grandfather is fishing. He goes around the house were he searches for a cave that both he and his grandfather have discovered. A long time ago, a huge storm flew by and rolled huge boulders everywhere, one unlocking the cave's entrance. Nicolás and his grandfather worked on it for a wile to make it usable. After going throughout the house, he decides to check the cave. He wormed his way in the cave to find his goat Blanka in there alone. Something is going on.