Tag: Ranger Lade

1.62 Connections

(Aunt Pearl’s breakfast spread!) Looking far more alert than he had a few minutes previously (I blame the bacon, coffee would never do this to me) Wood went on, “Yeah, Morticia and I met Ranger…Ranger…Ranger Lade when we stayed at the Hilltop Hotel, on…

1.61 Distraction!

Praying to any god who’d listen that we could divert my Aunt’s warped sense of humor, “Good Morning Uncle!” On the other side of the screen door, my Uncle set his golf clubs down on the porch. Wood chimed in with a mouth full…

1.46 ‘X’ Marks The Spot

Clearing the cobwebs and remnants of subterfuge from my mind I studied the materials I’d brought with me – tablet, official map, an unaugmented map, camera, and a manilla envelope (filched from the front desk). I set to work. I decided that specificity was…

1.45 Tips

I cracked the code!  Range Lade will not be receiving a slightly disappointing batch of apologetic maple bacon scones from me. Instead, I will give Ranger Lade first crack at excising The Pink Lady from her mountain. Solving a twenty-year-old mystery while literally coming…

1.43 Dueling Conversations

(I make rectangular scones with bacon in the batter – when I make them.) Fortunately Wood and Beatrice didn’t require any conversational contributions from me when we left the Ranger Station. The Pink Lady is a Woman In White. Beatrice (holding the maps against…

1.42 Ranger Lade’s Pet Peeve

Ranger Lade did not appear to appreciate the interruption (which was a bit rich since I’d bet my eye teeth he’d been eavesdropping). With an eye roll, “Urban legend.” Beatrice looked up from her maps, cocking her head to one side, “Pink Lady? Worried…

1.41 Ranger Can You Spare A Map?

The manager, deciding we’d lingered at the front desk too long talking to Sam, swung by to make sure everything was copasetic (the way Sam clammed up, perhaps making sure he wasn’t telling inappropriate tales?). Not wanting to get him in hot water, Wood…