In the Glitter Mountains

“We were at the northern end of the Glitter Mountains,” Bernie said.

“You hiked all the way out there?” said Lieutenant Stine.

Bernie shrugged. “We just kind of got going. That happens sometimes.”

Did it ever! Just me and Bernie, deep in the desert. Love those desert adventures.

“I’d heard,” Bernie was saying, “about these petroglyphs that are supposed to be in the Glitter Mountains, just waiting to be discovered.”

Petroglyphs were one of Bernie’s interests. I’d seen a few. Petroglyphs turn out to be scratches in the rock. If Bernie likes them, that’s fine with me. 

“Anyway, we were climbing up when we ran into these two guys chiseling away at the rock,” Bernie said.

“Stealing petroglyphs?” said Suzie.

“Exactly,” said Bernie.

“And you didn’t like that?” said Lt. Stine.

How did Lt. Stine know that? He was right: Bernie hadn’t liked that, not one little bit.


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5 Responses to “In the Glitter Mountains”

  1. Rebecca Rice
    5:13 am on June 3rd, 2009

    Bernie has a way of making those things clear…

  2. Diane Brodson
    5:42 am on June 3rd, 2009

    Well, I'm not clear…. I can't find Glitter Mountains in the southwestern US… There's a Glitter Mountain in Scandinavia.


  3. Chet The Dog
    6:49 am on June 3rd, 2009

    Maybe Bernie said something else. I'll try to listen harder next time.

  4. B. Stover
    11:27 am on June 3rd, 2009

    Willing suspension of disbelief.

  5. Diane Brodson
    3:28 am on June 4th, 2009

    And certainly Chet isn't to blame if Bernie got his mountains mixed up.

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