After the Avalanche
On February 11, 1992, my husband and our friend drove up to a local Southern California resort for a short day of skiing and never returned.
I began to experience an unfamiliar gamut of terrifying, confusing, and gripping emotions. In the following 82 days of searching for them, I kept a journal of my thoughts, prayers and feelings, also thinking what a wonderful story it would make when they su...
On February 11, 1992, my husband and our friend drove up to a local Southern California resort for a short day of skiing and never returned.
I began to experience an unfamiliar gamut of terrifying, confusing, and gripping emotions. In the following 82 days of searching for them, I kept a journal of my thoughts, prayers and feelings, also thinking what a wonderful story it would make when they su...
