In my lifetime, I’ve only once called for search and rescue help, and it happens to have been for my “missing” husband Scott some ten years ago. Scott had been invited by our daughter’s boyfriend, Chris, to climb a technical route on Vesper Peak, and had gladly...
On a cold morning in February 1980, a father and son are working their way along Fly Creek, about 20 miles north of the Oregon border. Seeking promising-looking gravel, they stop here and there, digging small holes along the riverbank. The son kneels; the shovel bites...
I am sitting at my desk in my home office looking out over a foggy Puget Sound. A cold pack is wrapped around my foot, a hot pack strapped on to my shoulder, my face mask is hanging on it’s hook ready to cover my nose and mouth if I have to venture out from the safety...
