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directors: Giuseppe Capotondi

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Humming tunelessly as she scrubbed the plate and pan clean with camp soap and some sand, the hot water sloughed the mess off the aluminum and then she rinsed in the stream. “I think, ” she thought out loud to whatever was listening, “the best thing about this place is no people. No phones, no radios, nobody bugging me to sign this or look at that. ” She cracked open a second beer and regarded the lake. A breeze had kicked up a little while she’d been working, riffling the water and teasing at her hair. “Just me and whatever lives out here. ” Overhead, an osprey circled silently, obviously with the same intention as she’d had earlier towards the fish in the lake. Grasshoppers in the meadow buzzed at one another. The silence was almost loud… “God, I’ve missed this. ” She sat back in her chair, lifted her book again, and engrossed herself in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. 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She stuck two marshmallows on it and held them over the fire, turning quickly to avoid any burning - her daughter, now 19 and both enrolled at and working at Oregon State University over the summer, had always liked them burnt on the outside, but Leslie considered that the very height of marshmallow heresy. She hummed to herself, getting them toasted juuuust right, and then pulled them off when they were a perfect golden-brown all the way ‘round, middles gooey and sticky. With the ease of long practice, she pulled them off with readied graham crackers and chocolate, and downed the s’more with relish. It was getting dark enough that she was having trouble reading, and she put her book back in her pack for the morrow. The hike would probably only actually take about four hours, tops, unless there had been some blowdown or a rock slide or something, although the snow had been melted long enough that one of the rangers had to have been up the trail far enough to check for anything like that. There should be signs at the trailhead if so. She gazed into the fire, watching the embers flicker like something breathing and alive. The sudden glimmer of headlights on the access road caught the corner of her eye, and she raised a hand to shade the light of the fire from her eyes as she looked. One vehicle. An SUV, unless she missed her guess, and giggled a little as the lights suddenly bounced when the driver hit a particularly large boulder. Yup. That’s the Forest Service guy. He’s out late. Perhaps ten minutes later, the crawling 4x4 made its way around to her end of the lake, and pulled up. The driver thoughtfully didn’t point his lights directly at her tent, which was nice, although she wasn’t sleeping. A door opened, and a man got out, walking over with a tired step. “Evening…, hey, Leslie. Haven’t seen you up here in a while, ” came a male voice. “You’re up here kinda late, aren’t you, Hank? ” she returned with a grin. “Decided I was gonna get a start on everybody else this year, while I could still have a fire. ” Hank laughed, coming into the light from the fire. “Yeah. I figured there might be somebody up here with this weekend, and thought I’d take one last swing up this way on my way back down to the Detroit station. ” He ran a practiced eye over her campsite. “I know I don’t have to tell you the rules on a campfire - no advisories yet, but just be sure it’s out all the way before you go in the morning, all right? ” Leslie nodded. “You know I will. And you can say you went over them with me. We’ll call it good. ” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll be up here again mid-morning, but I’m guessing you’ll be gone by then. ” “Oh yeah. Gonna be up and on the trail at dawn - by mid-morning, I should be most of the way to Twin Lakes. ” She nodded again. “If I still had any fish I’d offer you some, but I’m afraid I finished the one I caught off. And yes, I have a license, before you ask. ” Hank chuckled again. “All right. I’ll probably see you when you come back down, then. Hike safe! ” He turned and walked back to his still-running SUV, climbed in, and pulled back out, following the bumpy road back around the lake. Leslie sighed to herself as the last glimmer of his headlights disappeared at the other end of the lake. Now and again, she could still see the bounce upwards as Hank evidently hit a rock or something, illuminating the overhead trees, but even that was gone in a few short minutes. Her fire had started to dwindle to coals, and she looked upwards to the stars. The great shining pathway of the Milky Way shone brightly overhead, the moon not yet up to drown any of it out. In the woods, the occasional hoot of an owl and nighttime noises of animals echoed hauntingly. Happy, for what seemed like the first time in years, she retired to her tent and sleeping bag and laid on her back regarding the stars that seemed closer and more luminous than they usually were. A thought struck her, and she pulled a double-fist-sized bundle out of her pack. The Colt M1911 in its holster didn’t make a lump that was too big. She tucked it under her pillow, sighed again, and closed her eyes. Dawn came obnoxiously early. Leslie had, for once, fallen fast asleep and had stayed asleep the entire night. The immediate explosion of birdsong the instant that a distantly rising sun started illuminating the eastern mountains with a bit of pink was impossible to sleep through, and it only got worse as everyone in the woods woke up and apparently began yelling at one another to shut up. At least, that’s how it seemed. Not having a translator for ‘bird’, all she could do was assume, but it seemed like a safe assumption. Either they were yelling at each other to shut up, or they were trying to outdo one another to demand sex. She thought she remembered reading that somewhere. It was beautiful, but obnoxious. Leslie rolled out of the tent with a long-suffering groan, stood, and knuckled her back. “Fuuuuuuck. I’m sure not twenty anymore. ” She stretched and was rewarded with a pop from something in her back that felt wonderful. “Ahhhh. Better. Lessee what we got for breakfast, here. ” She dug around in the back of the Jeep and came up with a Powerbar, a bag of dried apricots, and a couple of GatorAde packets, one of which she dumped into a bottle of water and shook up to mix. The fire was long since out, save for a few coals deep in the pit, which she snuffed out with a pan of water from the creek. The tent was packed up in moments, once she was done eating, and strapped back onto her pack, with the sleeping bag just below it. She ran a practiced eye over the campsite, and decided there would be nothing left other than the burnt-out ash in the fire pit. Starting the Jeep up, she drove back across the creek and up to the parking spot next to the main trailhead, parked, and got out for one last stretch. Having had some experience, and despite her encounter with Hank the night before, Leslie had prepped a note for her dashboard: 1 ADULT - DEPARTING TO TWIN LAKES 6/6, ESTIMATED RETURN DATE 6/20. NO VALUABLES IN CAR.. She tucked it under a clip glued just under the windshield, made sure there was nothing inside, took her vehicle registration and other paperwork, and closed the doors. She opened the back, took out her pack and walking stick, put the last items away, hoisted the pack onto her back, locked the car, and set off. The sun hadn’t quite even peeked over the horizon yet. 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The switchbacks began, and she could look up the slope through the trees in places and see three or four lines of trail ahead of her. Ancient rotted stumps stuck out of the hillside still, mute testament to the logging efforts nearly a hundred years before, and hidden almost entirely by new growth of trees that were nonetheless four and a half feet, or a meter and a half, in diameter. Squirrels and birds yammered at one another overhead as she climbed patiently. Nearly an hour later, the sun had grudgingly clawed its way over the horizon. Leslie had been taking breaks just about every other switchback, in no real hurry and enjoying the view as she climbed higher and higher. The ridgeline she was making for was something like five hundred feet vertical climb in a half mile, which translated to lots of back and forth. Eventually, she came to the last one, before the trail finally turned and headed up and over a saddle, and she found herself looking out across the valley towards the now-risen sun and the peaks of Mt. Bachelor and the Three Sisters off in the distance. Summer or no summer, those peaks still had snow and would, she knew, until probably late July or early August. Sunbeams streaked this way and that through early morning mist clinging futilely to tree limbs. Not a single noise from another human being. Yeah. I needed this. Leslie turned, and began the last portion of the climb. The trail wended its way eventually to follow the curves of terrain around the peak off to her left, which she could actually see now. It had been obscured from the time she left the trailhead way down in the valley. She had to think for a moment. What was it named again? Battle Axe? She nodded to herself. That was it, yeah. Battle Axe. Whether that was because of its edge of volcanic rock and broken boulder fields of granite slabs, or whether someone doing surveys had hated their mother-in-law, she had no idea. As she descended the back side of the ridgeline, the vast fir trees gave way to much smaller vine maples dotted here and there with the bluish color of spruce trees. She was halfway through the first major slope of massive, car-sized boulders, when about twenty feet away, a fuzzy face stuck itself up out of a space and began hollering at her for all the world like some indignant old man yelling at kids to get off his damn lawn. It startled her at first, and then when she began laughing, it stood up on its back feet and continued giving her what-for at the top of its little lungs, undeterred and unconcerned about the Very Large Intruder standing on what she supposed was probably its front porch. “Okay, okay!!! I’m going! I’m going, Jesus! ” she said, still laughing. She walked away, and began laughing anew when it stopped chattering, then issued a parting shot that almost certainly translated as Yeah, you better keep walking. Picking her way across the rest of the boulder field, she wondered idly if everybody got that treatment from what she was pretty sure was a yellow bellied marmot, or if she was the first human it had seen this year. She chuckled whenever she thought about it for quite a while, taking a break at a hundred-year-old benchmark marker that announced that she was at 4, 600 feet above sea level. The trail followed the ridgeline, mostly, dropping off one side or the other occasionally to circuit around a large obstacle. Salal, huckleberry, and salmonberry bushes lined the sides of the trail wherever a natural spring bubbled up, giving way to more fir and spruce. Several more large granite boulder fields had to be crossed, but nothing more jumped out at her to announce its displeasure at her presence. Twice, she saw deer in the distance, but they were wary of humans and melted back into the timber before she got anywhere close. By mid-morning, she’d reached the valley. Twin Lakes lay below. The trail here took a sudden hairpin turn to the left and began descending in a long circuit, before finally ending on the valley floor below. About halfway down, she smelled charred wood and spotted a tree split in twain from what was unmistakably a lightning strike. The fire was out, thankfully. Everything was still wet enough that it wasn’t easy to get something burning at this point in the season, but she knew by mid-summer, that would change. She’d have to let Hank know when she came back down; lightning strikes could sometimes ignite the forest duff below the surface, smoulder for weeks, and then flare up when things dried out into an unexpected wildfire. He’d want to come up and have a look. She made a mental note of it, and paused to rest her knees a little. Almost there. She wasn’t sure if she intended to stay here for the full two weeks, or if she wanted to go further into the wilderness. This was a good day-hike, but the problem was, it was still only a few hours’ walk from the trailhead, and the longer she was here, the more likely another visitor was. The whole point was though other people rarely came up even this far unless they were dedicated about it. “Time enough to consider that tomorrow, ” she said out loud, almost to the bottom. This close to the campground, most of the dead brush and trees had been surreptitiously cleared out by other well-meaning visitors who hadn’t brought camp stoves. Hitching rails had been set up by some of the more enterprising folks who came up here with horses or mules, although Leslie couldn’t imagine trying to get a horse trailer in over the access road that led to Elk Lake, much less coaxing a horse to climb up the switchbacks that formed the first part of the trail. She found her intended campsite, screened from the trail down by a truly enormous cedar encircling the spot and leaning out over the lake shore. In the water, blown-down trees lay partly submerged, forming homes and hiding places for frogs, newts, and some fish. Out on the water, bugs flew to and fro, occasionally getting nabbed by the accurate mouth of a trout breaching the surface. Leslie found her tree, where a younger version of herself many years ago had actually carved her initials into the bark, and shrugged her pack off with a relieved sigh. She got a canteen out and drank thirstily. The day passed much as the prior one had, minus a fire. She was mindful of Hank’s warning about fire season; while there weren’t any advisories yet, she knew that the conditions up here were still good for a fire getting away from her. Between that and the general lack of other fuel to burn, she elected for a cold camp and called it good. First, the tent went up. She’d left her camp chair in the Jeep after a lengthy back and forth argument with herself about whether the more comfort seating was worth the trouble to lug it up and back down again, and the comfy-chair side of that discussion had, predictably, lost. Overhead, as she erected the poles and hammered the tent stakes into the dirt, a jay squawked obnoxiously, then flew off to look for something more interesting than a lone human. She unrolled her sleeping bag, and set her pack down where it’d be unmolested by enterprising squirrels or nosy birds - not that there was much in there to garner their attention anyway, and all of the food was vacuum sealed anyway, but better safe than sorry. She again got out her fishing pole and embarked on a journey to catch something for dinner. Unlike the previous day, however, she didn’t get any bites immediately, or even within the first hour or so. Undeterred, she moved from point to point, flicking the fly lure out, back, out, …….. … Finally, she got a hit, reeling in the wriggling trout and subduing it as she had before. This time, she opted for some additional supplies out of her pack to go with it. Frugally, of course - she had packed in everything else she was going to eat, so the space and weight were at a premium. When night descended, she gratefully fell into her bag, and into a deep sleep. She was never seen on Earth again. Author’s postscript: So I’m trying something a little different with this one, which will become more clear as we go. This story will tie in with the main storyline, I telling you where that tie-in is would give away the ending for the astute. In case it isn’t rampantly obvious, this particular place in the beginning of this story is one of my favorite places on Earth. In my opinion, it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been or seen, and if I had pictures from any of the multiple camping trips I’ve made there over the years, I’d happily insert them into the story. As it is, I linked the Google Maps coordinates at the beginning - try flying over it in Google Earth. Even that doesn’t quite do it ’s some rugged territory. For those who understand topographical maps, have a look at the contour lines here. The trailhead is just below the ‘H’ in Hood - the dotted line indicating the trail doesn’t come close to how many switchbacks are actually there, believe me. My Wiki Next >>>

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The Burnt Orange Heresy Directed by Giuseppe Capotondi Produced by William Horberg David Lancaster David Zander Screenplay by Scott Smith Based on The Burnt Orange Heresy by Charles Willeford Starring Claes Bang Elizabeth Debicki Mick Jagger Donald Sutherland Music by Craig Armstrong Cinematography David Ungaro Edited by Guido Notari Production company Indiana Production MJZ Rumble Films Distributed by Sony Pictures Classics Release date September 7, 2019 ( Venice) March 6, 2020 (United States) Country United States Italy The Burnt Orange Heresy is an Italian-American drama thriller film directed by Giuseppe Capotondi and with a screenplay by Scott Smith. It is based on the book of same name by Charles Willeford. The film stars Claes Bang, Elizabeth Debicki, Mick Jagger, and Donald Sutherland. It was selected as the closing film at the 76th Venice International Film Festival. It is scheduled to be released on March 6, 2020, by Sony Pictures Classics. Cast [ edit] Claes Bang as James Figueras Elizabeth Debicki as Berenice Hollis Mick Jagger as Joseph Cassidy Donald Sutherland as Jerome Debney Alessandro Fabrizi as Rodolfo Production [ edit] In February 2018, Elizabeth Debicki and Christopher Walken were cast in the film adaptation of Charles Willeford 's book The Burnt Orange Heresy, to play Berenice Hollis and an artist Jerome Debney, respectively. [1] In April 2018, Claes Bang joined the film to play the lead role of James Figueras, a fiercely ambitious art critic and thief. [2] In early September 2018, Mick Jagger was cast to play Joseph Cassidy, an art dealer. [3] In late September 2018, Donald Sutherland was cast in the film, replacing Walken, to play an enigmatic painter who becomes the target of an art-world heist. [4] Principal photography on the film began late September 2018 in Lake Como, Italy. [4] Release [ edit] The film had its world premiere at the Venice International Film Festival on September 7, 2019. [5] Shortly after, Sony Pictures Classics acquired distribution rights to the film. [6] It is scheduled to be released on March 6, 2020. [7] References [ edit] ^ Ritman, Alex (February 15, 2018). "Christopher Walken, Elizabeth Debicki Join Neo-Noir Thriller 'Burnt Orange Heresy' (Exclusive)". The Hollywood Reporter. Retrieved October 13, 2018. ^ Clarke, Stewart (April 24, 2018). "Claes Bang Joins Christopher Walken, Elizabeth Debicki in 'The Burnt Orange Heresy ' ". Variety. Retrieved October 13, 2018. ^ McNary, Dave (September 6, 2018). "Mick Jagger Joins Heist Thriller 'Burnt Orange Heresy ' ". Retrieved October 13, 2018. ^ a b Anderson, Ariston (September 27, 2018). "Donald Sutherland Joins 'Burnt Orange Heresy' Cast". Retrieved October 13, 2018. ^ Vivarelli, Nick (22 July 2019). " ' The Burnt Orange Heresy, ' With Mick Jagger and Donald Sutherland, to Close Venice". Retrieved 22 July 2019. ^ Lang, Brent (September 16, 2019). "Toronto: Sony Pictures Classics Buys 'The Burnt Orange Heresy' (EXCLUSIVE)". Retrieved September 16, 2019. ^ "The Burnt Orange Hersey". Retrieved November 28, 2019. External links [ edit] The Burnt Orange Heresy on IMDb.

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