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M and her team mate were runner's up in the ladies Founders yesterday. Actually they tied for first but lost out on points for and against.
Drove into Victoria later.
Awake at 4:30 again this morning, I guess I'm going to have to try and stay awake till midnight.

Her mother’s certificate identified that she was the daughter of  Silas Ferguson and Marcet Aleuta.

Later she went to the RCMP office and asked if there had been reports about any white men living out on the islands, the answer was in the negative but as she was leaving a Missing Person poster caught her eye.

The poster was requesting information on “Robert (Bob) Anson age thirty seven. Last seen in March and was believed to have been living on Hubbard Island in the waters north of Tofino.

It described him as being five foot eleven, weight a hundred and ninety pounds. The photo was of a clean shaven good looking man. A separate paragraph said that his boat an eighteen foot Double Eagle, white hull was also missing.

It gave a phone number of a Jim Anson.

She couldn’t match the face in the picture to the hairy headed man of yesterday’s encounter and she knew from seeing him shirtless that there must be thirty pounds different in weight, but still there was a nagging feeling that it just could be…..

She went back to the counter and asked if they could photocopy the poster. When the clerk had a questioning look she said, “I’ll be traveling around the islands quite a bit and you never know.”

The clerk nodded and made her a copy.

All the paper work had been a slow process and late afternoon was on her when she returned to her home.

Later she made herself a meager meal then on a whim poured herself a glass of wine and a little later a second.

That night she dreamed of her grandmother and men with hairy faces. She dreamed of a violent storm then awoke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of wind howling past the corners of the eaves and the sound of rain beating on the roof and windows.

The storm lasted for two days and even though Alicia had decided not to hurry back, by the third day she was pacing her floors and made several trips down to the float where her boat was tied.