As promised in my last post, here is an excerpt from Ghost Creek.
“The Boys,” as they were known to most, had, for all intents and purposes, assumed control of the geology department by the time they reached their junior year at Huron College. Since freshman year either one or the other had held each principal office in the geology club, including president, vice president, and treasurer. Out of respect for Garret and Nick’s influence in both club and department matters, most underclassman geology majors looked to them for advice and leadership. Garret was alive, really alive. For the first time in his life he was on his own with a friend who had no pre-conceived notions of, or expectations for him. His transformation from an insecure boy to a reserved, self-confident young man was so complete, thanks to Aunt Carol, that he even summoned the courage to pledge the Chi Zeta Rho social fraternity with Nick the spring semester of their freshman year. Making his life all the more enjoyable was the fact that those terrible voices had not haunted him for the better part of two years now.
Garret and Nick participated in a wide range of department activities, including the arrangement of the annual department field trip held each October during fall break, along with professors Simmons and Hamilton. The boys were instrumental in laying the groundwork for the previous two field trips, which included emerald collecting in the Smoky Mountains of western North Carolina and a visit to Garret’s old stomping grounds, the copper mines on the Keweenaw Peninsula portion of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. If Garret was adversely affected by returning to his estranged birthplace, he didn’t confide such feelings to anyone. In fact, Nick was only vaguely aware that Garret’s parents—or siblings, for that matter—might still be living in the area.
Until next time,