The wind was picking up as Angela hurried from her car at Bryce Canyon. She threw on her backpack, picked up a walking stick, and headed to take a closer look at the Hoodoos near the Queen’s Garden.
While the wind was whirling the fog down in the canyon, she noticed the same man who had tried to start up a conversation with her yesterday at Zion. Angela kept on enjoying the scenery with one eye, while keeping one eye on the stranger.
Strolling down rough paths among the hoodoos was a great adventure. These tall rock columns ranged in size from a human to a ten story building. The Paiute Indians called these colorful hoodoos “Legend People,” who had been turned into stone as punishment for evil deeds.
The enchanting hoodoos cast their spell on Angela, temporarily causing her to forget about the mysterious stranger. A glance showed him following! Was it a coincidence they were on the same path?
While rounding another hoodoo, the man spoke to her. “Hello, please stop so we can talk. I believe I know you.”
Angela continued down the path hoping to see some other hikers. Unfortunately, on this cold, windy day there was no one in sight.
Now Angela was not the fastest hiker as she had a very heavy backpack. Before long the stranger caught up to her and blocked her path. What could she do? This called for a backup plan that she only used in an emergency.
Her backpack was actually jet powered. With one turn of the knob, Angela went straight up and away from her pursuer. Wow that was a close call, she thought. However, she didn’t notice the stone arm extending from the hoodoo, which caught her jet pack and knocked her to the ground.
Angela was getting up slowly from the ledge where she landed and with dismay saw the stranger moving quickly her direction.
“Finally,” he said, “I have caught up with you. My name is Jack Windt. I have been following you for a few days just to get a chance to talk to you. For years I have been trying to find my sister who left home when she was fifteen. No one has seen her for five years and you look just like her. I had to see if you were my sister!”
“Oh, my,” remarked Angela. “I am not your sister but she must be very special.”
“Yes, she is my only sister and our Mother is very sick. Mom was hoping I could locate her and bring her back home.”
“Maybe I can help you. I am a private investigator and have access to many police computer records. Guess the wind picked up another interesting case for me. Time to start searching.”
And that is exactly what she did!
Gypsy Road Trip 
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