Yuka goes Hiking

The path ran between two rocky shoulders of the hill overlooking the plantation, through sparse bushes and low trees. The stranger was keeping up a decent pace, but so was Yuka. In fact, she was mostly running off ahead and occasionally coming back to check up on his progress.
The moon was full and the path could be clearly seen, as well as the stars

After a while the path started bearing more and more to the north, away from the hilltop. The stranger seemed to notice that and stopped for a moment hesitating. He then almost immediately turned off the path and started trudging through the undergrowth straight towards the hilltop. Yuka followed, even though she had to zigzag quite a bit to avoid bushes and rocks that the stranger simply stepped over.  

After a somewhat arduous fifteen minutes in the thickets, the dog and the human reached  another path, that forked in three directions. One led west, to a couple of taller peaks, one south down to the coast and the last one directly to the hilltop overlooking the plantation. The stranger deliberated for a second, then took the latter path.

The top of the hill was completely bare and consisted of some big rocks and boulders piled loosely together. The stranger quickly strode up to the highest point and sat down. Yuka attempted to do the same, but encountered an impassable obstacle on the way. There was a crevice in the rocks deeper than her height and wider than her step. She couldn't cross it.  A search for alternative routes proved hopeless too: there were none, so she thought. The stranger seemed to disagree on this point and tried to guide Yuka to a surface a bit further down that seamlessly led to his position. That surface, however, was a slightly narrow ledge with a dead branch cutting through its middle. To Yuka, who was afraid of heights, this was impassable.

After several unsuccessful attempts to coax the dog into joining him, the stranger got down from the summit and headed back in the direction of the forked path. Yuka, overjoyed to be on familiar turf again, sped to the path intersection and immediately turned left, hoping that the stranger would follow her down into the valley. This was not his plan, however, as she discovered when he continued on straight ahead in the direction of the taller hills. She retraced her steps and tagged along.

This path dipped into the saddle between the hills and then wound methodically up the side of one of the taller ones. Even though it got steep sometimes, there were no big obstacles or stretches of loose rocks, so it was easy going for both and they reached  the top in an effortless twenty minutes.
Once there they saw a seemingly forsaken house that nonetheless had a respectably threatening "private property" sign in front of it and was flanked on the western side by some trees. The hilltop itself was bare save for some tall bushes and other undergrowth, staples of the region's flora.

The stranger again stopped and started looking around at the landscape and up at the sky. He looked like he was enjoying it. The view was indeed in a way extraordinary. To the east lay a flat strip of coastline, teeming with yellow, orange, and white lights from the nearby cities and towns. As one's gaze turned to the west, however, one beheld a sudden decrease in lighting where the coastal valley ended the hills began. The hills themselves marched in seemingly endless rows of grey and black humps from the north to the south with occasional valleys or towers radiating light here and there.

The stranger started in the direction of the hills, stopped (as if contemplating whether or not to go further), and finally turned to the direction whence they came. Yuka followed.

They soon reached the intersection of the paths again. Once more the dog turned left intending to finally leave all elevations behind and once more the human continued on straight, heading for the rocky hilltop that she could not scale earlier that night. This time was no different: the same crevice, the same directions from the human, the same result.

This time, however, the stranger seemed determined to cross over the top. After several unsuccessful attempts to lure the dog up to the rocks, he came down himself and sat down on the ground. Yuka ran away down the hill, hoping again that the stranger might join her, then returned and approached . Then he moved in closer, slowly extending one arm towards the dog. She ducked down, but stayed put. The stranger picked her up, she started shivering. Holding the dog, he sprang over several boulders then set her down on a rock. She instantly found a path down from there and sped to a lower spot on the hillside, then turned to check if he was following. He was still at the top, looking around. one could see the compound, a whitish rectangle at the foot of the hill.

The stranger seemed to be enjoying the view of the hills to the north and the plantation directly below. Yuka, however, was not. For one thing, being a young and active dog, she wanted to run off somewhere. Then there were also the height and the big rocks: she liked neither and wanted to be away from them as soon as possible.

She waited, impatiently. Finally, he started the descent. The hillside was steeper than any of the previous ones and the path was full of loose pebbles. Yuka kept speeding down home, but the stranger was making miserable progress down the slope, slowly trying to find a solid foothold, slipping constantly and even falling from time to time. When he finally caught up with Yuka at the foot of the hill he was covered in dust and had a little blood on the left palm.

They were on one of the orange fields and a dirt road led them directly to the home compound. The main gate was closed, it being past midnight at the time. The stranger tried the back door, but it was locked too. He then proceeded to climb over the low wall and head into the house. Yuka waited a little bit and then ran over to a familiar hole  in the wall on the other side of the compound and thus ended the night.

Two mornings later  the strangers got into the van with the Owner and left. A little over an hour later the Owner returned with the van, but without the strangers.

Yuka

I think my holiday travels this year were an exceptional experience. As such, I found it hard to summarize and describe in any kinds of usual blog entries. Instead, I decided to write a short piece that, I think, captures one aspect of the journey in a fictional form (though based on real events). This is in many ways an experiment for me, as I have only really written a story once before in my life (an unfinished one, at that!). This story is a very clear combination of fact and fiction and I especially feel strange about describing Gustave and me in the third person as well as the way we act. Hence constructive criticism is appreciated. So much for the introduction, here goes...

Yuka loved running. Especially after things thrown by humans. Especially after the yellow rubber ball that was covered in pimples and squealed if squeezed. She loved the thrill of chasing down that ball (or a twig or a stone or a cone, anything, really), snatching it up from the ground or out of the air and then triumphantly trotting back to the human with the catch in her mouth. She loved the sound of the wind in her ears and the pebbles under her feet as she ran down her prey in the yard of the orange plantation she lived in.

The plantation consisted of several orange-tree fields tucked in between two rocky hills and a walled compound consisting of a house, yard and a pool. Apart from Yuka, this compound was inhabited by her Owner, his wife and their two children, though one never knows if Yuka thought of them that way. There was also a cat, but it was fairly boring: it either wailed to be let in the house and fed or was gone God knows where. It was just a little smaller than Yuka and she liked to chase after it occasionally or wrestle with it.

Other humans were constantly in the compound, coming and going. Yuka tried to make all of them throw her something at least once. She would follow them around with whatever object she wanted to chase (usually it was the yellow ball), set it on the ground as soon as they would stop or sit down. Sometimes she even nudged it in their direction with her nose with a facial expression, that showed utter longing and anticipation. If it so happened that one of the humans gave into her pleas and picked up the object to throw it, Yuka would focus on the human's hand while trying simultaneously to predict in which direction the object will be thrown. As soon as the object left the human's hand, the dog would take off after it as if upon its successful retrieval depended the fate of the free (and maybe even the not so free) world.

Yuka's obsession with retrieving things was so strong that she could follow humans around for a very long time no matter where they were going, because she never abandoned the hope that someone might throw her something.

When two new strangers arrived at the compound late one night in the Owner's van, Yuka was asleep. The next morning, however, she submitted them to the same treatment as all the inhabitants of the compound, permanent and temporary. She noticed right away, that these strangers were unusually tall, taller than most of the other humans she saw in the compound. One had long black hair, walked around barefoot and seldom spoke. The other had reddish hair and wore glasses.

Both strangers, to Yuka's delight, seemed to enjoy playing with her from the start. Even though their enthusiasm waned slightly after she had retrieved various objects several dozen times in a row, they still were considerably more eager to oblige her with a throw or two than the local humans, those being a bit jaded in this respect.

Of the two, the stranger with the long hair tended to spend more time with Yuka. He would pick up her yellow ball, get a few huge steps head start, and then hurl it as far as he could, which tended to be limited by the bushes and the walls of the compound. Yuka for her part would race to where the ball fell and bring it back to the stranger, then the procedure would repeat. During one of these throwing and retrieval sessions, he tried to pet her. She dropped on her stomach and squirmed a bit. She did not like being touched. It reminded her of her previous owners, the ones she had before she was taken in by the Owner of the Plantation.

As for the red-haired stranger, Yuka saw him walk out through the main gate one moonlight night and, as was usual for her, followed him. He started walking up one of the hills around the plantation, stopped for a second to exchange some phrases with the other stranger and the Owner, then continued walking down the path that led westwards from the farm. Yuka followed.

To be continued...