Okay… Let’s get boring. At least, relatively so. I’ve strung a few diligent readers along for nine weeks. We need to begin to pull this together, so, no more weird stories… just a scary one! And this – only because it will help bring all that has happened into focus.
It was late evening by the time my flight landed in Spokane. Karen was there with her Range Rover and after tossing my bags in back I got behind the wheel to drive us back to Sandpoint. Just like the opening lines of a bad mystery novel, it was a dark and rainy night. Drops of rain can break as they fall, creating a mist. That night a multitude of miniature rain drops obscured our headlights, scattering the light we needed to see our way forward. Continue Reading