Places I’ve lived…
- San Jose
- San Francisco
- New York
- The Algarve
- New York
- Laguna Beach
Bear Claw and Jeremiah Johnson meet for the last time after not seeing each other for a long time.
Bear Claw: You’ve come far, pilgrim.
Jeremiah Johnson: Feels like far.
Bear Claw: Were it worth the trouble?
Jeremiah Johnson: [painfully] Ah, what trouble?
Bear Claw: You cook good rabbit pilgrim. Cold up here.
Jeremiah Johnson: What brings you up so high?
Bear Claw: Grizz!
Jeremiah Johnson: Uh, Grizz.
Bear Claw: Avalanche took the cabin, lost my mule. We swum out of it. No matter, there weren’t no Grizz left anyway.
Jeremiah Johnson: You wouldn’t happen to know what month of the year it is?
Bear Claw: Why no, I truly wouldn’t. I’m sorry, pilgrim. Winter’s a long time going?
Jeremiah Johnson: [exhausted] Ah.
Bear Claw: Stays long this high.
Jeremiah Johnson: March. Maybe, April.
Bear Claw: March maybe. I don’t believe April. March is a green muddy month down below, some folks like it, farmers mostly.
You’ve done well to keep so much hair when so many’s after it.
I hope that you fare well.