This is a photo taken from the direction we feel Jim first headed when hiking alone Wednesday October 19th, exactly 22 days ago.
So where do we go from here? It has been three weeks of this new maddening reality. It feels like that part in Lassie when he barks to let you know Timmy fell into the well. You know that feeling you get for the next 28 seconds of anticipation and excitement knowing Timmy is in danger and needs help, and the TV pans to follow his rescuer? It's that feeling except those 28 seconds have lasted now 22 days and it's not a TV show. And there is no Lassie. And it's not Timmy,
it's our dad/husband/friend/brother/uncle/hero/pastor/neighbor/patron/taxpayer/community member/counselor/and so much more.
And I don't want to watch it anymore. But we can't just stop. He's out there in this enormous, expansive, massive, lonely desert. There is snow on the ground just north of here and it's not getting any warmer.
We are still continuing to search. For those who heard rumors that "he was found" please know them to be just that: rumors. Jim is STILL missing. The sightings outside of Sedona are either unconfirmed or have been ruled out.
It is amazing the many theories out there surrounding his disappearance, and we're sure they are well intended and everyone just want's to know WHY? As do we. Why Jim? Why us? Why now? But most of all, we want to know WHERE.
And that is what is next: WHERE
“The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.”
― Edward Abbey
― Edward Abbey