I couldn’t even raise my eyes to look at him. My father was there, shouting for me to look at him, to say something, but I couldn’t. When I became aware again, I found myself sitting up with my right leg caught around a large rock. Later, my father would tell me that I looked like a human rubber ball. In a split second, I’d gone from being a person with control over my future to an object caught by gravity. I remember hearing my father shout my name and thinking without any emotion, “I might die.” I felt bone snap painlessly as I hit rock again and again. I tried to do what he did, but I slipped from the top and fell 20 feet, bouncing another 20 feet down a steep slope of talus and boulders. Although I’d spent my life hiking in Colorado’s mountains and had done some basic rock climbing - my childhood home was ten minutes from the trails of Boulder Mountain Parks, for which I’ve volunteered as a naturalist, leading educational hikes and such - I didn’t have my father’s experience climbing ice. My father kicked footholds into the ice and in a few minutes reached the bottom. Without ropes and technical gear, descending the cliffs was impossible. I never made it.Ībout eight hours into our trek, we encountered a 20-foot wall of ice framed on both sides by cliffs. My goal was Arrowhead Lake, a hanging lake that overlooks Forest Canyon. I’d gone backpacking with my father, a long-time alpine and rock climber, hoping to spend four days away from the demands of newsroom and motherhood.
The experiences that ultimately poured into Kat and Gabe’s story began on July 28, 1994, high on Mount Ida (12,844 feet/3,914.85 m) in Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park. How I Fell off a Cliff and Lived to Write the Tale Truth and each other makes them targets for those who wouldĭo anything, even kill, to keep Native Americans off their The bottom of recent events at Mesa Butte and to keep Kat safe.īut asking questions can be dangerous almost as dangerous as What he has been ordered to do, he's determined to get to Sees Kat, the attraction he feels is undeniable. Woman not even one with long dark hair and big eyes that Gabe long ago swore he would never again lose himself to a
Her and her friends off Mesa Butte, land they consider sacred. Officers raiding a sweat lodge ceremony one night, throwing She recognizes her rescuer among the law enforcement Killed in a rockslide while hiking, she found her life in Rossiter, the earth literally moved beneath her feet. The day Navajo journalist Katherine James met Gabriel What do you do when desire drives you to the very brink?
A steamy romantic suspense that will keep you glued to the pages.
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