My friend is missing

He climbed the mountain. Donning green cap over trademark slick-smooth scalp. Tromped army boot past Squamish hill. Deeper. Deeper still. Over one week ago.

Called on by an invisible voice? Led by confident trailhead? Egged on by joyous sun? Another voice? Tyler, why have you walked so long? Ty, where have you gone? Ty, come home to us.

Let sleep come now. May berry bushes feed hungry frame. Let lake sips sustain six-feet bones. Mouth of Maker, whisper the way.

Dear God, please open up the hills and draw your son out. Please.

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My friend Tyler Wright, who I previously blogged about here, is lost in the mountains. You can read the news reports here. Please, please pray.