Thursday photo prompt: Copper #writephoto
As I approach the Hansen place, I’m wondering if it was a mistake to walk around the full circumference of the lake in one day. Granted, the 7.7 mile loop is easier now the old hiking trail is fully groomed. But it isn’t really my arches so much as having to walk across Hansen’s drive.
Last month’s dedication of the “Mary Hansen Copper Memorial Pathway” by the Grangers turned to be premature, saying as she turned up last weekend. Everyone thought she drowned and her corpse sucked into the weeds and mucky bottom on the northwest cove. Scuba divers didn’t find anything other than shreds of her flannel shirt. A couple years later, old Bill Bishop found a button from that shirt in the belly of a yellow bullhead his grandkid caught at fisherman bayou.
Not a soul at the Grange Hall Annual Meeting even brought up the possibility she might turn up one day. The motion carried unanimously, most talking about how Mary Hansen jogged that trail every day training and becoming the first county state champion athlete. I’m not sure what I’d say to her parents, after the way her brother carried on at the Crickety Barrel Saturday.