Sue was not at the cabin, but her husband Frank was there. He had returned from New York with their two kids. I introduced myself and told him Sue had let me stay at their cabin during the summer. He thanked me for caring for their place, but was upset because he had not heard from Sue and was curious of her whereabouts. I told him the story of meeting her in Vancouver and traveling with her and Alison by way of a fruit picking adventure to here. He informed me that Lance and Alison had returned to California. We were filling in the stories that pointed to preparing for coming Winter.
My method of preparing for winter meant heading south. Somewhere this summer I had acquired a tube tent. This was a plastic tube of about three feet diameter. A rope was passed through it and stretched between two trees. The bottom of the tube had grommets that could be staked to the ground forming a triangle shaped shelter. This device was able to keep me dry in the arid summer season but would not hold up to the coming weather. The folks remaining here were busy putting their gardens and livestock away for winter. I decided to join the birds and head south. I wished Frank good luck and not being able to console him wished for Sue’s well being. I walked away with many good memories but a somber feeling that the next few months would be difficult.