Mark was up early and loaded up both gators onto a trailer and took Mike and Cory to Dayton.
They were ready and willing to help in the search and rescue for missing Kathlynn. Once the kids were off to school, I read hourly updates on facebook and
decided my sitting around thinking about everything really wasn’t helping out.
I got all the water bottles and gatorade I had and headed towards Dayton. I stopped
briefly at Karen’s to see Karla who had been to Mayo clinic about her seizures.
She still isn’t any better. There are som many bad things happening all at the same time. In Dayton there were a couple hundred volunteers. Makes you
proud to belong to a small town that cares. As soon as I saw all those people
ready to search, I knew I needed to also. I signed up and Spillman's offered me
a horse to ride. I called the school and made arrangements for Luke to go to
Rhonda’s day care. There was a lot of wondering and waiting, not a lot of
communication, and tons of people waiting to help. After a couple hours, they
told all of us we were not needed at this time. It was sad to see so many
gators, 4 wheelers that weren’t going to be used. There was so much land to
cover and so many willing people, but they sent them home. I think they could have found areas to use all these resources. They could have sent people out to search ditches all aon the roads and highways. To send them all home, not only didn't make sens, it made you feel useless and discouraged. Those on horseback
did get the ok to search down by the timber. I got to go along and rode
Makenna’s horse along the river in groups of 4. There is so much rough timber out there. There was a lot of
activity, police parked along the river and coming and going along the road. There was search and rescue, scuba divers, lots of boats, and airplanes swarming over. It
didn’t feel real, like I was watching a movie. We rode, looked, talked and spent a lot of time silently praying. Throughout the day there was misleading information, hopes that she
had been found, but no luck. I made it home just before the kids got off the
bus. My thoughts are mostly of the girls, what they went through, what they saw,
where the one could be. What kind of person does these things. I think of the
parents of the young lady and the horror in their minds. I think of the girl
that was found, how fortunate she was, how brave to escape, and what trauma she will deal with because of it.
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