Jaci Dawn

I am about to go on a marathon drive to Nevada and home. It isn’t a pleasure trip (when is a trip to Nevada a pleasure trip for me?) but it is a necessary trip.

My brother and I are co-executors of our father’s estate and now that we are through probate court, we have to finalize some things. Don’t ask me about probate court, just never assume that because you have a trust and a will that your heirs get to sidestep probate. But we’re through and we’re legal and we’re about to wrap this up.

I am leaving Harvey this time. My husband can dog-sit.

So why am I writing about this? Because part of my drive takes me through the heart of Bigfoot country. Sometime tomorrow afternoon, I will be driving the lonely stretches of highway between Weed and Susanville, California around Mt. Shasta. And maybe – just maybe – we will get to see Bigfoot.

If we don’t see one on our way down, no worries: we’ll backtrack through the same country on our way home over the weekend.

I’ll have my camera handy just in case.