Joe Lwomai

This was one of the nice days after two weeks of rain, first night dry, the air was so fresh. Joe Lwomai was writing his story about The Greek goddess Athena. His mind warmed up with Athena's care, great change of winds, and helpful people and situation in difficult moments. Living in the countryside, just 100 yards from an old and mighty forest. Joe often walking there after reading some of the great heroic scripts about Athenas and her wisdom that she uses to help her followers. He had read a pile of available related tales. That day after two weeks of reading and writing as the wheater eventually got better Joe decided to go for a walk. He dresses up, picks up his trail backpack. Inside laser torch, wireline of 10 meters, scissors, and cutters, glows, hat, thermal rug-bag, some bandages, extra power cell bank, and PowerBar snack, bottle with filter. He already in the past has had strange times where his unplanned trip turns up into a rescue mission. Knowing life can be challenging he learns to have with him a few handy stuff, particularly after such a rainy day that was. Ready and able to embark on his night journey he heard unusual sounds, some like faraway cry and just a moment later like soft sing somewhere near the bay. Those sounds puzzle the mind of young adventurers. Well equipped he moved out to see what it was this sound far away. Fields slowly turn in to the lesser forest, and bigger and older. With every step more and more in darkness and every time so often sad cry from far away and soft thrilling near the bay. Such trips were his favorite trips but this sound was something completely new to him, so Joe decided to check out what it is, or more like who it is as he was slowly remembering who could make such sound. After a long walk, the sound gets louder and louder, ups and downs, places were wet, trails were very slippy, but the same all feel so fresh, so great. Joe was really positively surprised and so very glad for this decision and so puzzled, he was suspecting who is behind sad cry, most likely it was dear bull but more than who he was disturbed with why is he crying like this. A soft bit like turkey bit like a magpie bird, there was something familiar in this sound but what exactly he was unsure, so he follows the cry in the forest contemplating soft sing. Joe was relatively new to the countryside, born in the city, growing up in books and tv shows, at the age of 33 changing his path to become writer painter, sales his lovely flat house, and buying a wooden but very modern cabin. Generally, the world he knows is the world from books, he has had an occurrence where on one of the trips he finds snares, wolf teeth. In the area lives quite a few valuable species and there are some rangers living somewhat 20 miles away. In all these lights this sad cry breaking the silence of the night. Step by step Joe knows he gets closer to the place. Wet and muddy, the darkness of the forest, coldness where each life like a shadow is and is not visible, visual, participating, or just is. Joe reached the hill at the opening of Valley of Dreads. In the middle of the Valley is a great lake that reflects the moonlight on to valley slopes. In the valley lives wolfs, bears, badgers, bears, moose, and many others. It is a relatively extensive landscape, all somewhat about 300 square miles of forest and grass, for wild horses, with rivers and yes, this beautiful lake where Joe discover eventually that a unique withe stag got trapped in a hole caused out of water washed out soft soil. The bull was more than half body in a batch of water. Joe knowing the case could begin to render assistance, checked his position with GPS, then sent information with location, picturing issue to rangers, and friendly veterinary service. Within one-hour rescue team show up with all the needed equipment, the action was preciseness and swift like a surgical incision, within thirty minutes bull walk away free. The place was covered with bio-insolation so none would be stuck in that hole. Everyone was congratulating each other on the well-completed job when and barn owl has sited on a tree near the cars and sing, and then Joe learned who was the second friend of that night after a rainy day.