Teaser from audiobook Violet's Mountain
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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he woke to Edmund Whispering Ben Benny, Wake up. Check that out. Benjamin opened one eye I've been telling you my whole life. I hate when you call me Benny. Call me Benjamin. I'm out of the world. An independent traveler. I want a three syllable name. Ben Joe Men. What is that? He sat up straighter. A mountain appeared on the horizon. A giant mountain, a looming over everything. Mountain Edmund. Scan the rest of the landscape. The same. Low shrubs and rocks spread away from the road on every side. Sanlih all around and far ahead, low and flat, some dunes rolling and right in the middle alone mountain. The road followed northwest. The ocean appeared on the left, but straight ahead. Something was really, really big alone. Dune without the sandy role. A mountain without the pointed top, the mesa or table land completely by itself. Out here, right on the coast. It didn't make visual sense and wasn't logical. But contrary to what seemed right and normal, judging up out of the ground, huge, towering, a plateau amount with a circumference of 1/2 mile or so. Segal's fluttered and fluid, circuitous spinning spiral above it Benjamin said. That's what I was telling you about. The thing I saw. I saw clouds, and then I saw a dark shape on the horizon. I assumed it was a weather pattern, something or other. But it's indisputable. That's a mountain. The color is weird. It's not Sander rock I know and the birds flying around and check out the top. See, those things are almost like windmills, possibly a wind farm. I don't think so. It doesn't seem organized. Was anything on the map? No, it must be man made. They continue driving. Getting so close the top could only be seen if Benjamin craned his head out the window and exerted himself. The sun settled low in the road turned west caused them to lower their visors. Edmunds driving slowed as they peered out the passenger window at the Sun Reflecting Mountain and tried to understand what they were seen. They drew closer and closer. Eventually, Benjamin said, those aren't rocks. It freaked Edmund out a little to keep driving closer to such a mysterious land form, so he pulled the truck off the shoulder on the opposite side of the road, kicking up a cloud of sand gravel. He stepped out and stared. Benjamin remained in his seat and searched his phones map, but there was no mention of the formation. It lists all the stores and sandy shores and doesn't mention this giant mountain. It wasn't rocks, and Edmund had been correct. The mountain was man made, a towering mountainous pile of things from their vantage. 1/4 mile away, the sun glinted off the points and edges of tons and tons of manmade items a pile of trash, a big, hulking pile of trash way bigger than it ought to be. Benjamin stepped out and joined his brother and staring. Nice surf break, man, that's a pile of trash right out front. Edmund shook his head. Benjamin, who talked when he was upset, asked, How can this be right here by the coastline? What is it? Edmund, who quieted when he was upset, paused, then said, I'm glad our camping reservation is only for two nights. I'm going to have words with a park ranger for not mentioning the campground. It's situated next to the town dump. That's not a town dump that's a city's dump. But where's the city? They climbed back into the truck and headed west. Following the road that curved around heap, Benjamin said, You know what's weird? The trash is uniform. It's not a dump, but more like a place. And he stretched his head out the window. I can't see them anymore. But those windmills, it seems planned and methodical and conduct to see out, end up from the front window and then turned back to the road. Yeah, it's bizarre. The road curved along the mountains, eastern edge and midway came to an intersection. Turn left or continue straight. The directional sign pointed North Coast Line highway. The highway continued around the mountain. The directional sign pointed due west to the coast. Main Beach Road, Sandy Shores, two miles. Edmon turned the truck and his attention to the left to the coast and the beach town nestled in the dunes. But Benjamin still gawked at the pile. This section is full of kitchen appliances that's like 50 washing machines stacked and then all those hubcaps. What is this thing? It's a whole kin behemoth of trash. I'll be glad to get it behind us, more like it will shadow over us, said Benjamin. He pulled out his phone and searched for mention of the hill on Wikipedia, Edmund scowled. This wasn't the exciting end to their trip that he had wanted the horizon glowed pink and striped as the sun near the edge of the sea to take a dip.