A man (30) returns home to his wife, Kathy (30)
Over my music I can hear the gravel crunching as I turn off the pavement onto my gravel driveway. Distracted, I follow the quarter mile drive around a couple bends and up a slight hill. It is a clear night, but the trees that engulf my 1998 chevy shortbox block the stars from my view. Even at 3 A.M. my mind is still going over the events of the night.
Search and rescue isn’t typically in my job description, but when a somewhat wealthy old man gets drunk at a ski resort and starts wandering around the woods, terrified because he hears the coyotes howling, they call in anyone that knows the woods of Lake Superior’s north shore. Since I spend most of every day in the woods, apparently I qualified for the job. I can’t complain too much however, it was a beautiful cold night to be out in the snow, and we did find the man. He was huddled up and shivering under a big pine tree. His body temperature was down and he was looking dangerously blue, but we got him back to his family, and I finally got to go home to my love.