Chapter 4
It was almost four o'clock on the first Friday in June when David and Terry checked into the Windswept Inn on the outskirts of Ellensburg. They had just come across Snoqualmie Pass, traversing the mountains at a leisurely pace so they could enjoy the view: mountain meadows, lush and green, dusted with the first crop of wildflowers; dozens of waterfalls, from timid little trickles to thundering cascades; glacier-covered peaks that seemed to impale the deep blue sky. It had been a spectacular ride.
The Windswept Inn did not offer a lot of amenities, but it was clean, comfortable and quiet. When Terry and David registered, the clerk, a fair-haired, scrawny young man who couldn't have been more than eighteen, looked at them with open-mouthed awe.
"You must be here for the powerlif
