An occupational hazard for mystery writers - at least this one - is seeing bodies everywhere.
Last weekend we were fortunate enough to go camping at Yoho National Park and the campground was full of stiffs. True, as the morning warmed up, some of them thawed and started making coffee, but some of them remained...last remains.
There were the dead people - starting up at me from the bottom of the outhouse; well, ok, the campground had flush toilets but if there had been an outhouse there would have been a body in the bottom of it: along with the one under the wood pile, slumped behind a stump, feet sticking out of the tent in the next site, stuck in the culvert and going over Takakkaw Falls, Canada's third largest waterfall, following closely by a kayak.
Last weekend we were fortunate enough to go camping at Yoho National Park and the campground was full of stiffs. True, as the morning warmed up, some of them thawed and started making coffee, but some of them remained...last remains.
There were the dead people - starting up at me from the bottom of the outhouse; well, ok, the campground had flush toilets but if there had been an outhouse there would have been a body in the bottom of it: along with the one under the wood pile, slumped behind a stump, feet sticking out of the tent in the next site, stuck in the culvert and going over Takakkaw Falls, Canada's third largest waterfall, following closely by a kayak.
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