Carol Anne did not want to go to the site. She had thought about it for 3 months and had concluded that there was nothing at the bottom of that drainage that could tell her anything she did not already know.
She asked instead to be taken to Tower Junction. Sophia drove her to the trail head parking area and they got out and stood at the edge of the asphalt where the gravel began where Ray Tilman had watched Daniel pause and look up at the sky through the lobby window 52 years earlier.
And Carol Anne stood there for a long time. She had brought one of his field notebooks from the plastic bin on his desk, the one from the spring of 1974, the last one he had filled before leaving for Wyoming.
Its pages covered in his compressed left tilted handwriting, observations about light and angle and the behavior of birds over the lake in early morning.
