I drove off with Sheri and Loren early this morning with three kayaks strapped to the top of Loren’s Outback. We drove to the northwest side of upper Klamath Lake to paddle one of the loops of the watery nature trail that is marked with signs through slews and marshland. It was a spectacular day, hot, blue skied, void of humanity except for us three women. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to enjoy it as much as I should have because it was always in the back of my mind that Chami hadn’t shown up this morning. I promised myself I wouldn’t let this bother me for the day, I wanted to keep positive thoughts for a while longer, but it is going on three days of her missing and Bob says it is scorching hot at the beach. There are plenty of lakes and streams but where could she be?

 

We got back to the ranch just after dusk. I called Bob, still now sign of Chami. He has put up 100 flyers around town and campgrounds. He’s checked with authorities and has a number of surf buddies and fellow campers on the look out for her. Did she run off to die?  She didn’t’ seem that sick. Did someone pick her up and take her?  Did she get disoriented and lost?  Oh Chami girl, where are you?