I drove this time, instead of taking a boat, parking out of view of the main gate, pulling off near the edge of the Patterson side of the mountain. I was going to be longer than twenty minutes, the hike in to the dock at least that from where I did little to hide my car's presence. Maybe I'd reached the point I didn't care anymore what Marie and her family thought. Getting caught might have been refreshing. But I do know that walk to the fence, the tree-climb to get me over (had ...