After hearing of a curious old Native legend, and armed with a crumbling paper map citing the same, CE Valour consulted an old prospector and sloppy drunkard, name of Windy Pete, in a saloon. The prospector once staked a claim in the area in question, but was scared off by ‘monsters’. Most of what he said sounded insane, and smelled of fermentation and urine, but the lucid bits jibed with the legend. Too excited to round up a team of DGS members, CE hastened to Kananaskis Country a day’s ride from Fort Palliser. After some bushwhacking, she came to the dry creek bed of which she’d been told.
This must be the place!
Almost there, by Jupiter!
CE found the 5 foot stela, just as described by Windy Pete, with mysterious writings and drawings carved into it and took a charcoal rubbing. Some of it read like Ancient Gozerian, which CE dabbled in back in University. As the words became visible on her rubbing, she sounded them out:
“Klaatu barada necktie, Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”
What was THAT?!
Something sounding like a thousand elementary school desks thrown against then rolled down a mountain face echoed not far off. CE leapt up to investigate.
What a wonderful discovery!
Valour soon came across several rises of antediluvian black stone steps leading to a fallen temple. Neither the legend nor the prospector had mentioned these. The sky grew dark and screeched like grinding shale. A mist formed on the earth. She carried onward, headlong into mystery.
Could this be a lost New World civilization?!
Smug in discovery
Valour, having carefully noted the location of the temple, stairs, and stela, walked back to the trail head trying to think of what to name her newly discovered prehistoric civilization.
No one has actually heard from or seen CE Valour in some time and the Dominion Geographic Society is considering mounting a search party.
Once the spring flood waters abate a might.