I'M PINCHING MYSELF. HOW DID A ROUTINE 2014 TRIP TO THE HIGH DESERT IN WASHINGTON STATE GET SO CRAZY? DRAMA STARTS SATURDAY. I ARRIVE IN WATERVILLE AFTER A DAY OF PHOTOGRAPHY (HIGHLIGHT IS DRY FALLS ABOVE; GEOLOGISTS BELIEVE THE ICE AGE ROCK FORMATION IS THE LARGEST WATEREFALL EVER TO EXIST). I STOP AT A RESTAURANT THAT'S BUSY. TABLE FOR SIX OPENS. TWO COUPLES INVITE ME TO JOIN THEM. THE OLDER WOMAN IS A SENIOR WORLD-CLASS SWIMMER. HER HUSBAND WORKED ON OIL RIGS IN THE NORTH SEA AND SURVIVED A 50-FOOT WAVE. AFTER DINNER I GO TO MY HOTEL AND FIND THREE GUESTS SITTING ON THE PORCH. ONE MENTIONS HE'S FRIENDS WITH WILDLIFE PHOTOGRAPHER ART WOLFE. THAT CONTACT LEADS TO AN INVITATION FOR ALISA AND I TO ATTEND WOLFE'S SEATTLE HOLIDAY PARTY.