Spider Hill Road winds along a mountainside of thick evergreen forest on the West Coast of British Columbia. Somewhere along that road sits an abandoned shack where teens gather to drink beer, make out, or play acoustic guitar riffs by the dim light of a propane lantern. The people who live along this road work at the rock quarry or at the hydroelectric plant on the nearby lake. Their kids wait for the school bus to pick them up early in the morning when the moon is still in the sky. It was an evening in late October, 1993, when I first saw Spider Hill. William was in his final year of high school. I was in the grade below him. William was moody but dependable—an only child, like me.
This gripping introduction is by Eryn Holbrook. Click through to read the rest of The First Time I Met Dionysus featured in Simon Fraser University's Confluence journal.
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