As I sit here watching the end of a pretty nice day-we both had massages in town, followed by a delicious lunch. We came back to the cabin where I rode my trainer for over an hour. The fire is cooking in the wood stove, Hartley is cooking a great dinner. My life is perfect. Then I think of Laura and Mark George, who do not know the fate of their beloved son, Michael, missing for 7 days now on Wolf Creek Mountain and my heart is heavy. Who knows when this sunset may be our last? Who knows if we wake up tomorrow to some inconceivable news, as these families have endured. The pain and anxiety of not knowing, no resolve, a mother's heart breaking..Life just keeps happening on it's own terms. We ride the waves and pray for strength and prepare for the final journey out of this reality into the next..