A couple of weeks ago, when a woman hiking in Pt. Reyes went missing and it was no big deal because everyone assumed she was merely swept out to sea, I had my suspicions. Idyllic Pt. Reyes isn't as tame as it seems, folks. And how is being swept out to sea no big deal? That doesn't just happen. But I kept my mouth shut because I realize my reputation for assuming foul play instead on the apparently obvious, "Oh, a magic wave came up onto the beach, formed a claw and grabbed her."
But now another woman has gone missing from a stroll around Pt. Reyes and we should at least consider the possibility that perhaps the odds of 2 people in 2 weeks getting pulled out to sea are a lot slimmer than the odds of 2 people in 2 weeks having a run in with a mad man on the cliffs above the Pacific Ocean.
Obviously, David Carpenter is locked up in San Quentin making arts and crafts with the Nightstalker. But it's a spooky place, up there in Pt. Reyes. And we'd be remiss if we didn't glance back into the park's bloody history in trying to solve the mysterious disappearances of these two women.
In other creepy news, I was so fascinated with the Mother Jones photo essay Generic posted of a woman who makes KKK ceremonial robes that I showed it to the ladies in my office. I can never understand how people get so offended by things, they can no longer find it interesting. I think they're missing out on a lot of weird, enlightening and disturbing information...
*Brock just called to inform me that we'll be spending
Sunday wandering the cliffs of Pt. Reyes.*