Words failed me as I stared at the body. It was my usual Sunday trip up to Yukon trail. I had changed the date to Monday since Christmas vacation allowed me to take my kids. Because of social distancing, the week day seemed a good choice.
It was so cold it seemed the still body was just laying there, resting, instead of instantly being afraid of her. I hustled the kids to sit away, next to a tree. I was tempted to say everything would be all right, but I’m sure they would know better.
It was late afternoon before we heard the FBI helicopter fly in to do a forensics search. The kids and I will forever remember that Christmas tragedy.