The reporters arrived the next day. My parents" living room transformed into a studio with lights, cameras and cables running across the floor. I sat at the dining room table holding Kaela, my father on one side and my grandfather on the other. The rest of my family stood behind us. The table housed numerous microphones representing various news media. I spent an hour talking with the reporters.
They wanted me to tell them in my own words what happened, and how I coped both before and after I found the cabin. When I finished, the questions started, and they all clamored to be heard at the same time. My grandfather"s authoritative nature took control. He told them he would point to them one by one, and if that didn"t suit, they could all leave. They asked questions of my family as well. On
