Chapter 1

My life had been suddenly turned upside down. My best friend had been taken from me.

It had been over a year ago that my wife had been snatched away. It was the result of stupidity at the hands of a young driver. She had been coming home at dusk. She was on a busy street, only about a mile from home.

According to witnesses, a black SUV pulled out from a side street. When the driver was unable to get traction on the icy road, he pulled to the side of the road. As my wife continued down the street, the driver of the SUV suddenly gunned the engine, causing the vehicle to spin out directly in front of her.

She tried to avoid the collision by heading for the ditch. Unfortunately, there was a telephone pole in her path. Although the air bags went off, she was killed instantly by a piece of metal that pierced her heart.

The driver of the SUV escaped unharmed and was never located. I spent days driving around the neighborhood and hours waiting by the site, but I could never find a vehicle that matched the description. The driver just went on with his life, oblivious to the sadness and despair that he had unleashed.

I continued to live, but the passion and excitement were gone. The house was so quiet and lonely when I returned at the end of the day. I continued to look for her arrival, jumping at the sound of a car in the driveway, hoping at the ringing of the phone, but she never came. I stopped by the cemetery frequently, always bringing a single red rose. Sandy had been my one true love and I was lost without her.

I kept myself busy with work and various projects around the house. Many of the projects were ones that Sandy wanted me to do. I did them for her. I tried to help my neighbors, designing a rocky water garden for my neighbor who was a widow. Several times I caught her looking out the window as I sweated and muscled the stones into place.

She was a nice looking woman and would often come out to bring me something to drink. She would lean over on occasion, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I concentrated on the work at hand. It was much easier for me to fall asleep after a day of hard work.

I also built a lattice fence for one of my disabled neighbors. I worked at restoring my 85 Firebird and completely sanded and painted my fishing boat.

After about a year and a half, I realized that I was going through life in a daze. I really needed to get away from everything and find a quiet place where I could grieve and think. Several days later, I was cleaning my garage, when I came across some Duluth packs that I had used when I was younger and took frequent trips to the International Canoe Area.

This was a place where I had spent much of my free time before I became serious with Sandy. This was the one place where I felt like I was really alive. I would often take trips into the wilderness with my cousin who was a year younger than me. We became so efficient in our technique that we could out paddle and out portage just about any one we might encounter along the trail.

I have always prided myself on my strength and determination. On group trips to the canoe area, it would be me who would make the return trip down the portage to get the remaining equipment, while the others rested after their arduous trip. Once I started, I could paddle all day without growing weary. I loved the chance to test my body against nature and it felt good to lay my head on the pillow after a day of strenuous activity.

I'm not a weight lifter by any definition of the word. I just work hard and for long periods of time. I am proud of that. Thanks to some good genes, I am in very good shape. I stand six feet tall and weigh in at 200 lbs. My shoulders are broad and my waist comes in at 32 inches.

I knew that I was getting looks from the ladies, but it meant nothing to me. I had no desire to meet or date any of the women that I ran across. There was an emptiness in me that I didn't think would ever be filled.

As I looked at the portage packs, I remembered some of the trips I had taken with Sandy. I remembered how beautiful she had looked sitting at the front of the canoe. Her golden hair would glisten in the sunlight. Her strong, but supple arms would deftly move the paddle through the water.

Her beautiful back and waist could keep me in awe for hours. When she would turn back to look at me, I could feel my heart skip a beat. I always looked forward to those trips, a time when we could be alone and enjoy each others company.

I remembered one chilly day when the sun refused to come out. I made sure that Sandy had the best rain gear and I tried hard to protect her from the cold in any way that I could. At the portage, I would often jump out of the canoe, into the water, to insure that Sandy would be able to stay as dry as possible.

When we finally reached our campsite, I realized that the weather had taken a toll on me. Despite the fact that my body was strong and powerful, the hypothermia had slowly crept up on me and had quietly stolen my strength. I found that I had barely enough energy to put up the tent and lay out my sleeping bag, into which I collapsed.

As lay in the bag, I began to feel chills coursing through my body. Sandy must have sensed that something was terribly wrong, because she took off her clothes and crawled into the bag with me. It was the heat of her body that chased the chills away and allowed me to regain my strength. She may have even saved my life that day.

I have since learned that many of the men on the wagon trains would die at night because they would use up their energy to insure that the women and children were safe and warm. I discovered that even the fittest of men can succumb to the power of the damp and cold while someone of a slighter stature may be more able to survive.

The campsite that we had picked turned out to be a beautiful site, one with a small sandy beach. From the beach, one could easily cuddle up and watch the sun as it slowly sank into the horizon. It is at this time, about an hour before sunset, when the colors seem to explode around you. The trees and the water and the sky all seem to shout out their glory. We would always make it a point to sit and enjoy the wonder of that special part of the day.