CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The woman at the welcome desk at the Grand Teton recreational park offices turned out to be the same woman Mackenzie had spoken to on the phone. Her name was Bonnie, and she was polite, cheerful, and more than determined to do the best she could to help. There was no one currently in the office, so the three women were able to speak amongst themselves right at the desk.
“I’d like to know more about these climbing meet-ups,” Mackenzie told her. “What can you tell me?”
“Well, here at the park, we organize a few every couple of weeks,” Bonnie said. “But honestly, those that show up are usually pre-teen boys—usually pushed to the meetings by parents that want to get them outside and away from their video games and phones.”
“So the park itself doesn’t really organize meet-u
