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    Title: True North Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@att.net] Summary: I decorated my bedroom with a huge map of North America, and dreamt of traveling
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 6, 2001
      Title: True North
      Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...]
      Summary: "I decorated my bedroom with a huge map of North America, and
      dreamt of traveling somewhere, anywhere."
      Rating: G
      Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of
      fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.
      Archive: Lists, Muse's Fool, anyone who's already got my stuff.
      Otherwise, just ask.
      Feedback: Makes my day.
      Notes: Thanks to Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete. You guys make it fun even when
      it's not.
      Special Thanks to Tori Morris, whose West Wing fic "Cartography"
      inspired me to write my own map story. You can find her story, which is
      beautifully written, at
      http://skywaterblue.tripod.com/skywatersfanfiction/cartography. Thanks
      again for letting me borrow your idea. You rock! <g>


      True North

      I've always been fascinated by maps. Even as a child, before I could
      read, I drew maps of a fantastic country called Lanai. I invented my own
      language -- Lanaian -- that I spoke with the invisible people who lived

      When I got a little older, I was embarrassed that my promised land, my
      Shangri-La, was named after a Hawaiian veranda.

      But the allure of maps remained.

      I pored over my geography textbooks and the atlases my father bought. I
      decorated my bedroom with a huge map of North America, and dreamt of
      traveling somewhere, anywhere.

      After watching a National Geographic special on the research and
      monitoring of wolves in Denali National Park, I saw that my paradise
      existed in the pristine, snow-covered tundra of Alaska.

      I read everything I could get my hands on. I marked cities along the
      route I mapped out with pushpins -- Niagara Falls, west through the
      Canadian Rockies, and then north to Anchorage. I revealed my ambition to
      only a few, those I felt wouldn't laugh at the little girl from
      Mississippi who dreamt of glaciers and frost.

      Of course, life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you want, in
      absolutely the worst way possible.

      When I was on the road after what happened with David, I lived by that
      map -- not that exact one, but a Hagstrom road atlas I slipped out of my
      dad's desk before I left. That map took me all the way to Laughlin City,
      Alberta -- the place where I found my true home -- before bringing me
      back to Westchester.

      I share a room with a bunch of other girls now, but not one of them
      protested -- not to my face, anyway -- the day I took down their boy
      band posters and covered one wall with a map of North America.

      I marked the places I'd been with little green pins; the places I have
      yet to visit are picked out in blue. And most importantly, the places
      Logan writes from are marked in red.

      Surprising everyone but me, the first letter arrived less than a week
      after he left. It didn't say much, just, "Hope those geeks are treating
      you right, kid. If not, I'll come back and kick their asses." It was
      signed simply, "Logan," and postmarked Minneapolis.

      Some of the towns he writes from are so small they're not even on the
      map, which now has a string of red pins marking the progress of his
      search for his past.

      I know that one day, the road will lead him back to me. I don't know yet
      where or when, but he is my true north, and as long as he's in my life,
      I will never be lost.



      A/N: For more information about wolves in Denali, go here:
      For information about Denali National Park, go here:
      I don't know if there's an actual National Geographic special dedicated
      to this topic, but it wouldn't surprise me. <g>

      Also, I have no idea why Marie planned to go east to Niagara Falls
      before heading west to Anchorage, but that's what she said, so we're
      kind of stuck with it, huh.




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