Spoiler alert

He crashed.

Fossett crashed.
He's dead.

I'm really sad about it. I'm not kidding.

But he's dead.

Please prove me wrong. Please? I've dreamt I'm wrong. Please prove me so.

Seahawk

Hilary and Gail and I found this Osprey (or sea hawk, or hawk, or whatever it turned out to be) at Chelan. It was on the road coming down to my place, and a neighbor had warned us not to run over it.

Eventually, before I shot it for just being wounded or sick or whatever, we got help from animal control. Hilary said, "call someone. Anyone. You don't have to just shoot it." She was right. They came all the way from bloody Leavenworth to pick it up. I was really surprised.

Magnificent beast, even thought it couldn't even walk.

I hope they saved it.