I went for a walk down along the river, and saw something I'm afraid to ask about. One of those diesel pick-up trucks with the four wheels on the back drove across the bridge and up the mining road. It had a full load of something in the back, and I'm trying really hard not to think about it, but I know what I saw.
Ed has kept the boys busy. Daniel is learning how to set snares and big Joe Ellicott has started to teach Jason how to shoot a rifle at the range the men have set up on one of the little islands in the lake.
Jess and Livvy come by the camper every day, but I feel like I can't say anything. I'm afraid to say anything. I know they think I'm in shock. Maybe I am. I feel like even basic daily functions are completely beyond me at this point. When I was walking I thought about just walking into the river. The current always kept me from swimming in it every other year, but now the thought of that current washing me away and into the depths of the lake is a very comforting thought.
