Box Canyon Mystery

Those ribs Rebecca made – can’t stop thinking about them! 

But – where were we? Oh, yeah. Bernie was talking about how we squeezed out of the back end of that cave and found ourselves on a steep hillside looking down at this strange tiny box canyon. “Only visible from straight up in the air,” Bernie said at the time. “See what that means?”

I did not. All I saw was wreckage way down on the canyon floor: an airplane prop, a wing, other pieces I didn’t know the names for. 

“That’s an old biplane,” Bernie said, “so old it was made of wood. Wonder how long it’s been down there?”

We started down the steep hillside, easy for me, not so easy for Bernie. His war wound bothers him sometimes, but he never talks about it, not even to me.


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4 Responses to “Box Canyon Mystery”

  1. Debbie LM
    8:37 am on June 15th, 2009

    Shouldn't there be a dentist in here somewhere? Do we have a lottery ticket?? Some gold? Or is it about the food? I forget!

  2. Chet Berne
    11:20 am on June 15th, 2009

    With Chet, food is always near the top, just as it should be with any good dog!

  3. Diane Brodson
    1:12 pm on June 15th, 2009

    Somebody is missing – but I can't remember who it is?

    It's not Martin Ramirez…. the nutty painter.

    Ezra Printz? His brother Kelo?

    I'm so confused! There was a skull…

  4. LizF
    2:02 am on June 16th, 2009

    There was a skull?? I know there was a gold bar…

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