Monday, July 31, 2006

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Now I am in Corvallis, Oregon where I am cleaner, rested, fed and my laundry is done.

I have a friend who is trying very hard to meet me here. He is stuck right now in a city in Colorado.

And I can't wait for the day when he and I watch as the moon sinks into the ocean...And spreads its silvery glow across the waves.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Recently my Yahoo avatar featured fireworks in the background. There's an obvious reason for that: I love fireworks!

Friday night I snuggled down in my sleeping bag, put my head on my backpack, and fell asleep while listening to the roar of the Pacific Ocean.

At 1:30 am I awoke to the boom and hiss of a sparkling purple firework as it exploded above me.

I looked down the hill and saw ghostly shapes [That's what they looked like] lighting one firework after another...On the beach.

"Wow!" I thought, "This is cool!"

The shimmering show continued for ten-minutes and then just as fast as the wraiths appeared...They were gone. Vanished.


I sniffed the sulfur in the air and decided that, yeah, it really happened. And then I lay back on my pack and fell back to sleep.

Then another light pierced my eyes. Only this one was white and blinding.

"Get that thing outta my eyes!" I yelled, coming out of my sleeping bag.

The light lowered just a fraction as a no-nonsense voice declared "Police!"

Still in a state of ticked-off semi-consciousness, I said, "I don't give a darn who you are. Don't be pointing that light in my eyeballs anymore!"

"What are you doing down here?" asked the lone officer.

"Trying to sleep." I growled.

"You know about any fireworks tonight?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, they were lovely and I really enjoyed them." I replied, smiling.

I know that fireworks are highly illegal in the State of Oregon. I don't care.

"Who set them off?" He asked.

"I'm not sure. I really couldn't tell from my vantage point. But the fireworks themselves were really nice." I said and pointed to the section of beach where they originated from.

"And you don't know anything about this?" He pressed.

"Nope." I answered, "I'm just trying to get some sleep."

He let me go then and I caught a few more hours of shut-eye before I finally met the dawn.

Maybe they were angels.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Yeah, yeah, I know Campers...But I got tired of going without a shower and carrying around a backpack filled with dirty clothes.

So I hitchhiked here to Corvallis.

I don't really like it here but I have managed to take care of my basic needs.

Last Friday, I double-triple tried to get a shower. Nobody would help me.

Nope. No one. Nada. No deal. Nothin'.

:p THBZZZzzzz!!!

So, last Friday night I went to a church meeting and asked the people there if they would help me get a shower. They flashed me condescending smiles and kept me at arm's length. Jesus Christ, Himself, treated lepers better than those damned hypocrites treated me!

And...Get this, Campers: The guy who delivered the pseudo-sermon actually passed out a six-page directive on how to properly pray to God Almighty.

No kidding, I'm serious!

I mean, the "manual" actually had footnotes and everything!

After glancing at it, I put it down on the table and shook my head. Then I pulled the staple out of the corner of the papers and decided that it belonged in the speaker's ear.

After the meeting, I grabbed my pack and walked out the door. Five minutes later, I dropped my bag and walked back in the door.

Then I proceeded to get everyone's attention. I pointed out some facts and told them all off. And then I walked out again.

Nobody, that I could tell, said a single word. I believe they were stunned.

Somebody, finally, shocked the sheep.

And I didn't even need twenty words on a single piece of paper to do that. Or a staple, either.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Blogging For Charity Today!

Hey...Campers! I am sending this from the campus of OSU in Corvallis, Oregon.

And today, a website known as BlogExplosion, is sponsoring a "blogathon" to raise money for charity.

Bloggers from around the world will blog for the next twenty-four hours to raise money for worthy causes.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Ruthie On The Road, Update

The beach was dark, windy and COLD last night.

Four young people dressed in gothic black walked down to the beach with a black dog.

I think they killed that dog.

Because this morning, I noticed it lying on the sand...Dead.

I'm afraid to sleep there tonight.

I acquired a sleeping bag, some snacks, a plastic sheet and some extra clothes today.

I did NOT, however, get a shower!

How the hell do I get cleaned-up in this town?!?

This weekend is up in the air.

I have decided, despite everything, NOT to go to Corvallis.

Tonight...Round two...Of Ruthie [somebody help me] on Newport beach.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Note From The Beach

I will be on the chill and the wind and the dark...tonight.

There won't be much of a moon but the wind will be significant.

I will update you tomorrow, Campers!

Open Letter To Congressman Mike Ross

The following is a copy of an email that I sent to Congressman Mike Ross [D-Arkansas] today. Click on the post headline to visit his official website. And scroll down the right-side menu here to visit the site featuring the Blue Dog Coalition.



I saw you the other night on C-SPAN, Mr. Ross. And I sure am impressed with your style, demeanor and delivery.

When are you going to run for President???

Because I care about certain issues, I happened to be watching C-SPAN when you came to the mic.

When you started talking, I put down my coffee cup and stared.


I seriously wonder, Mr. Ross, if you have any idea just how forthright and charismatic you are in front of a TV camera!?!

You're good, you're genuine and you're right!

I have added a link to the Blue Dog Coalition website on my blog.

My blog is "Ruthie In The Sky."

Check it out, sometime.

And although I am not one of your direct constituents at this time, I will tell you that I was in Arkansas earlier this year. I spent a bit of time visiting Jonesboro, among other places.

And I believe that YOU represent ALL of the States.

Thank you for your efforts and keep up the good work!

Your Fan Ruthie Rader]

Yeah, yeah, I know, Campers...but even I pass along compliments once in awhile!

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I stayed at a domestic violence shelter last night. I did this because the bed space was available for me.

However, it appears to me that the people who run that place care more about everyone doing "chores" than anything else.

I left there this morning and I won't be back.

I don't like the idea of sharing an upstairs bedroom with a mother [who looks like a crack hag] and her [he looks like he's twelve-years-old!] son.

So it looks like I'll be sleeping on the beach, tonight.

And it's COLD here, Campers!

The air here has a definite chill to it.

I'm seeing a guy this afternoon who eventually might be able to help me secure some employment.

Rentals in this area, at this time of year, are sky-high.

But I might just be able to swing a bit of time at "habib's" little motel that I stayed at the other night.

That deal will provide me with a phone, cable TV and 6.5 roaches.

Heyyy...Why not?

When I catch the little buggers, I'll just throw them in the microwave. [The room includes a nuker and a fridge] Mmmm...Protein. Oooh, crunch! crunch!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Beach!

Hello again, Campers!

I am sitting here in this noisy section of the library where I have thirty more minutes to use a computer. Geez, I'm going to have to find a better place than this!!!

I just feel like shouting: "SHUT UPPPP!!!" to everyone.

But I won't.


Yes, I am in Newport now. Right on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.

Check out the coastline





Ruthie On The Road, Update

I have about eight minutes to type out this post.

Then the computer will switch-off and I will have to go in search of another one.

Oooh but I have a great deal to tell you!!!

Today I am in [Da-ta-da-Dah!!!] Newport, Oregon.

Yes, Campers, I'm finally at the beach!

Hello, Pacific Ocean!!!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Greetings from beautiful downtown Gillette, Wyoming!

Gillette is a city of contradictions.

The Sundance Police transported me from their town to an overpass [I kid you not!] fifteen miles outside of Gillette. Yesterday. In the afternoon. And when the trooper dropped me off...the temperature was close to 100 degrees F!

There I was, left on my own, to walk down that ramp, pack on my back, in the middle of nowhere...and put my thumb out to get a ride in the terrible late-day heat!

I was left in an area that is close to a small town. But from where I stood, on the side of the interstate...that small town might as well have been a million miles away.

Yes, when I put out my thumb at the bottom of the ramp, I broke Wyoming's law.

I didn't care.

Who in my position would?

I think the trooper who dropped me off where he did, in the heat, at that time of day...broke a far more serious law: The Law Of Decent Human Behavior!

And did anybody pick me up right away?


They just sneered at me when they drove by and left me alone to wilt.

Finally a man stopped and brought me to the shelter.

I pray that driver gets a winning lottery ticket. I'm sure that his selfless act of mercy will earn him some good karma.

The shelter is awesome!

The building is only about five-years-old and I slept in a small room by myself. All of the women have their own private room there. The room includes a bed, comfortable chair, waste basket and a large fan.

The men sleep together in a dorm situation except for those who are in a separate program.

The women share a bathroom which includes two stalls, two showers and a bathtub.

Chores are mandatory on a daily basis so everything stays clean.

The Council of Community Services HELPS in various ways. They are truly wonderful!

They let me use this computer in one of the offices and are watching my pack in a locked area. They also gave me a bodacious glass of iced tea!

I will board a bus later tonight [via a ticket that they provided which was given to me on a loan basis] that will take me to Billings, Montana. Yay!

I will reach Billings late tonight.

They have also made sure that I have plenty of food and drink for the trip.

They more than made up for the individuals that didn't bother with me on that hot road yesterday.

Bless them all.

The bus may be rolling through wildfires tonight, too. I will post when I can tomorrow and let you all know how the trip went.

And thank you for your comments. I love them all!

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The Poop Scoop On The President

He didn't say it to the press, Oh no
He wasn't addressing a group...
But the other day
While chewing away
Our President said: "Poop"

He did say poop, didn't he?
Oh gosh, I'm sure of it!
Whaddaya mean, he said the "S" word?!?
Oh wow! No SHIT!

No Grace In God's Human Race?

Lebanon...O Israel, do you cry today?

I watched the news coverage on CNN this morning and my eyes filled with tears.

And a thought, like blue lightening...Flashed through my mind: Is THIS, the sirens, the bombs, the destruction and the mad scramble for a way out...What God truly wants?

What have we, as the human race, become on this planet?

Never mind who believes what...None of what is happening in that part of the world today is good.

It's all wrong.

How do we as a people...WORLDWIDE PEOPLE...Explain this insanity to our children?

I see a disaster, like an ugly, black shadow...Waiting in the wings.

Iraq, Israel, Lebanon, Iran, North Korea...How long will it be before all bets are off and the bombs fall EVERYWHERE?

If you have a prayer that you would like to share...Please post it in a comment here.

Do you think God will hear you?

Contact Request

"Hot fun in the summertime...oooooh yeah!" Are you keeping your cool, Campers?

I am leaving Sundance, Wyoming this afternoon. I sure had a great time here!

The motel room was a suite and I took some photos of it.

No forest fires around here...YET!

And I'm posting this to ask two different regular readers of my blog to send me an email and let me know who you are.

One of you is from Alluvia, Canada and the other is from Blacksburg, Virginia.

Please contact me at:


Thank you.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Ruthie On The Road, Update

The mission in Rapid City sent me off with fried chicken, brownies, rolls and a jug of ice water this morning.

I got rides all the way to little Sundance, Wyoming where I am now.

I am going to stay at a motel tonight and then get a ride with a nice lady in the morning to another larger town in this State.

The major problem with Wyoming, as I am sure most of you know already, Campers, is the fact that hitchhiking is illegal here.

Oh I can walk a bit on the interstate...But I can't try to "attract driver attention."

A driver can stop and pick me up...But that action is solely up to the driver's discretion. Rides cannot be "solicited."

And this is the State where they let cattle free-range all over the place...Including on the road!

Go figure!

I will eat well and sleep well tonight and will do my best to bring you a much more in-depth update tomorrow.

For now I would like to share two bits of information:

Greyhound/Powder River Bus Lines no longer sell tickets or stop in Sundance, Wyoming.

The next bus station west of Rapid City, South Dakota is in Gillette, Wyoming.

The mission in Rapid City is excellent!

I highly recommend it.

Sunday, July 16, 2006



Ruthie On The Road, Update

Howdy, Campers! I am now in Rapid City, South Dakota where we are in the midst of a record-breaking heat wave.

The earth is parched and there is no rain in sight.

I am staying at a very nice mission that is run by some great people.

Tomorrow I am going to see what I can do about getting help to return to Oregon.

My friend Austin has contacted me again and is planning to meet me in Oregon next month.

I am waiting for the fires to start!!!!!

My love to all of you today...Stay cool.

God Didn't Say It!

I received an email today from a woman who works with a church congregation. Here is an outtake from the email that she sent to me today...Right after she sat through her own congregations "worship" [like hell] service:

["Please do not call our Pastor anymore...No one here owes you anything...You are the only person on the face of this earth that is totally involved in your life."]


Well now.

Do you think God gave her any brownie points for sending me those words?

Furthermore, do you think God had anything to do with her words?

What an ugly human being!

I'm quite certain that when she sent the above email to me...God wasn't within a Holy-Moley mile of her nasty, little self!

Can I get an amen?

Thursday, July 13, 2006

A Bad Boxx Of Toys

Linda, here is the photo of the bad trucker who lives in Reno, Nevada. The one who owns the "J.D.'s Toy Boxx" truck:

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Sioux Falls, South Dakota is edging closer to "Red Flag" alert status.

This means that the humidity is too low, the vegetation is too dry and the temperature is too hot!!!

In fact, a storm system drifted right by Sioux Falls today and didn't leave a drop of rain!

The daily high is in the 90's and I have a sunburn that resembles a scarlet red tattoo on my arms and chest.

An interesting drama played-out downtown before 9am this morning.

After some creative role-playing, several armed plainclothed cops took a woman into custody.

At least I think they did.

Or maybe they were doing just that: role-playing.

I sat across the street and watched the whole thing. All I kept thinking was..."Better her than me!"

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Ruthie On The Road, Update

ROOOOOTHIE is now in Sioux Falls, South Dakota!

And it looks like I am going to be staying in a different place tonight and will be working with some great folks at an agency tomorrow in an effort to finally get my ID replaced.

They are letting me use a computer here at their offices because the local library won't allow me to use a computer without my ID!


There is more that I could say but I won't. Yet.

Suffice it to say that I am in a small-town city that includes an actual Homeland Security office!
I mean, there is a building with a big, old freaking sign that says: "Homeland Security."

So, Campers, you, uh, get the picture, right?


[Ooooh yeah!]

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Recognizing Reachelle?

Suppose little Reachelle Smith IS alive.

And someone wanted to transport her from one place to another.

Would that person use a private vehicle?

You might think so.

But what if that person cut and dyed Reachelle's hair and added a "rat-tail" in an attempt to make her look like a boy? What if she was dressed in boy's clothing and given a male name?

Would "Peanut" go along with the charade?

And suppose a woman, claiming to be the "boy's" mother, bought a ticket and transported Reachelle to Minnesota on a Greyhound bus?

Would anyone on board the bus recognize Reachelle or suspect anything?

Would they?

What do you think?

Once More For Reachelle

Due to the fact that some folks have been trying to access the following post and somehow the link to it got screwed-up, I am re-posting it again:

When Dennis Rader surfaced...And before anyone [besides his victims] knew that he was the Kansas BTK Strangler...I felt a strong draw to the case.

Law enforcement across the Country struggled to discover his identity and I felt his presence nearly everywhere I went.

It was a psychic thing.

Finally, Dennis Rader threw a hint a bit too far and he was caught. Finally. After 30 years.

What was my connection to him?

My name: Ruthie Rader.

Today, I checked-out a new website and discovered that little Reachelle Smith and I also have something in common.

But I won't tell you what it is.

If you know me well enough you already know what the connection is.

So perhaps that is why I became interested in her case.

Reachelle is still missing. I hold out hope every day that someone will come forward and she will be found.

As with Dennis Rader, time has nothing to do with telling the truth.

I am convinced that somebody, somewhere knows the truth about Reachelle's disappearance. And that person also knows exactly where Reachelle is.

Remember, mud, water, stones and little shoes. That is what I "see" when I track Reachelle.

Pray, Campers...God makes miracles happen every day.


Ruthie On The Road, Update

So what did I do? Well, what COULD I do?

I sat down on the hill below the overpass and watched the big trucks roll up and down the interstate.

On Sunday morning, I walked down onto the freeway and tried to hitch a ride. No takers.

So I took out my cell phone and called the South Heart cop. It turns out that South Heart's police department consists of one sweet woman who will share her home, puppy and coffee with you if you're good. But she'll totally kick your ass if you aren't.

The woman came out and got me and took me back to her house. I told her what Jeremy did to me and she got really mad!

Then she drove me back into Dickinson where we tried to get some assistance from the Dicksinson police.

But the DICK-inson cops just blew me off and I will never forget or forgive them for that!

I walked down to the ramp leading back to Bismarck [my only feasible option at that point] and finally got a ride with a young man named Chris.

He took me to Bismarck where we connected with a church. Those folks made arrangements to keep me at a friend's guest house overnight.

The guest house is BEAUTIFUL!!!

Then, yesterday morning they took me out to breakfast and then put me on a bus to Sioux Falls.

I am safe and sound in South Dakota and will be seeing a doctor [for my foot and for a bad sunburn] this afternoon.

Geez, I'm tired!

Do you have any idea why?!!

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Hello, Campers! I'm alive! Well...Tired and hurting but otherwise okay.

And of course I have a lot to tell you and very little time to do it in.

[Geez, I need my own wireless laptop!]

Anyway, I am down here in Sioux Falls, South Dakota now. I arrived here last night.

After I left the motel the other day, I hitchhiked down to Dickinson, North Dakota. I went in search of Jeremy Lee.

I thought, because he had sent email recently, that he really wanted to see me.

Well, we met, he told me that he didn't think that I should meet his fiance [Eh???] and her two kids [Double Eh???]. Then he drove me out to South Heart, decided that I would be too "obvious" if I sat anywhere in that little town of 400 souls. So he drove me back out [I kid you not!] to the dark ramp by the overpass and dropped me off. Flat.


There is no other way to put it!

Some words just fit certain people. That word truly fits HIM!

Camp Democracy

[Click on the post headline above to go to the Camp Democracy website.]

Cindy Sheehan and her determined band of Campers are planning to pull our troops out of the Middle East and disgrace our pathetic excuse for a "president."

The former is a near impossibility. The latter Bush does every day all by himself.

Right on.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I finally got a ride after the sun came up and stood on the ramp outside of Mile City, Montana that evening. But I never got a ride that night.

Instead, I slathered myself with Deet cream and slept under a tree.

Yesterday morning, I was picked-up by another tie-dyed Jesus look-alike who had already picked-up two other male hitchhikers.

One of the hitchers is familiar with the site

We traveled all the way to where I am right now: Bismarck, North Dakota.

I stayed at a motel last night because there is no shelter in this city for single women without children, either.

But there is a jim-dandy mission here for men.


And guess what...There's also a shelter for victims of domestic violence.

Do you see a problem here?

I sure do!

Ruthie On The Road, Update

The staff at the hospital took my blood pressure, took some of my blood, took seven x-rays of my foot and wasted my time.

The worthless excuse for a "medical" person mumbled something about arthritis and disappeared.

Then the staff brought in who they referred to as a "social worker" who never gave me a thing to eat. Even though I told her that I was really hungry.


She told me that she was going to put me on a bus at 2:30 in the morning to Butte, Montana.

The "nurse" put a removable ankle-guard on my foot that didn't fit with the type of sandal/shoe that I wear.

Nobody thought about an ACE bandage.

And I only got one Ibuprofen. One.

I declined the bus ticket.

I realized that if the bus stopped in some deep downtown location in Butte that I would be screwed.

So I threw off the ankle-guard and walked my hurting, hungry and tired self up to the ramp.

Then I sat down on the inside part of a guardrail, clicked-on my flashlight, pulled a plastic out of my pack, put it and a t-shirt over me, leaned back on my pack and fell asleep.

My last thought was: "Things have got to get better."

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I hobbled past the open weigh station and finally had to sit down among the sage brush and sand. I couldn't walk any further. And a big storm was blowing in black and blustery over the mountains.

Just as the storm hit, a man who's a dead-ringer for the traditional paintings of Jesus, stopped his dust-covered Volvo station wagon and picked me up.

He was wearing a tie-dyed shirt and was driving back from the latest "Rainbow Gathering" in Colorado.

He drove me to the community hospital in Dillon, Montana.

He thought it would be a good idea. So did I.

We were both wrong.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I stood there on that ramp that leads north out of Idaho Falls and a State trooper stopped and told me to walk or get arrested.

I considered my options.

Then I told him what I thought of him, picked up my bag and limped up onto the interstate.

Every step hurt like hell [I've been having problems with my left foot] and finally a woman [born in Alaska!] stopped and picked me up. She drove me all the way to Lima, Montana before she turned around and drove back to Idaho.

Then I walked up the ramp and stuck out my thumb.

Because in Montana nobody cares what you do on the interstate.

Why should they?

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Idaho has a really stupid law: You can walk on the shoulder of the interstate...And I mean RIGHT DOWN THERE ON THE BREAKDOWN LANE WHILE TRAFFIC BLOWS BY AT 75 MILES AN HOUR!!!...But you can NOT stick your thumb out or carry any kind of sign. Nope.

I had no intention of walking.

So I sat down in a good location and stuck my thumb out.

Nobody stopped.

All day.

Finally a young couple in a beat-up pick-up truck stopped and took me into Pocatello.

The local shelter there was full so I was dropped-off by the ramp.

And I noticed a sign that said "Hitchhiking Prohibited Beyond This Point" so I stood in front of it and stuck my thumb out.

The cops drove right by and didn't even blink. It was a few hours before the fireworks and they didn't have time to deal with me.

But several good rides did.

And eventually I got to Idaho Falls with a man who was unloading the last of his fireworks at several shop sites that he owns.

Then we went looking for a shelter and discovered that there is still nowhere in Idaho Falls for a single, homeless woman to stay.

But there is a big shelter for men. And if I suddenly became pregnant or got beat-up, I'd be taken to a shelter right away.

He took me to a little mom-and-pop motel and the next day I walked up to the ramp...Again.


Or so I thought.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

I have sooo much to tell you, Campers! And I will start by telling you how I spent my Fourth Of July!

I awoke on independence Day in a small cabin that was built over 150 years ago. The cabin is located [This is all I will tell you] in the middle of nowhere [and I do mean NOWHERE!]in South Central Idaho.

An old man with a big heart and a small dog, picked me up the night before and brought me out to his digs. In the middle of the high-desert wilderness.

We ate dinner at a nice cafe before driving out to his hamlet under the stars.

The wide paved road eventually gave way to two-ruts in the mud.

And beyond a barb-wired fence and an ancient gate, the cabin stood like a lone sentinel in the moonlight.

My companion, whom I shall refer to as "Larry", already explained to me that the cabin has no electricity or running water.

But it does have cozy gas lights and the trailer next door is rigged-up for toilet use and a good, fast shower.

That night, Larry and I sipped cold cans of Dr. Pepper and gazed at every star that God made in that section of the sky.

Larry told me about his life while I petted his dog.

Eventually, I lay back on the mattress that Larry pulled onto the floor for me and fell asleep.

The next day, on July 4th, Larry drove me to a location and wished me good luck.

I have photos of my time with Larry and his dog. I will post them soon.

Third Response To Linda's Comments

Casey Pipestem's killers turned-out to be a man and a woman who drove a big rig for a major company.

The sad part about this is the fact that all the convictions in the world will never bring Casey back.

She deserved the second chance that she will never get.

Damn those bad truckers.

Damn them all!

Second Post To Linda

The library here will not allow me to access my photos in Yahoo so I will have to wait until I get to another site to post the driver's photo that you are looking for.

However, go to the following posts and read about the "Toy Boxx" reference:




My First Response To Linda's Comment

A woman named "Linda" posted two comments to me recently and I am providing the following information in response to her request.

And Linda, if you read this, please realize that I was referring to two totally different drivers in two different trucks.

This is the post that I made about the yellow truck:

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Good Cop, Bad Cop [Part Two]:

I was tired, but keenly aware of my surroundings.

At 4am in the morning, in that whisper of darkness just before dawn, a strange piece of bad ju-ju slowly rolled around the opposite ramp...And stopped.

There was no traffic on the interstate. There was nobody at the drive-thru at the nearby MacDonald's. There was nobody on the frontage road.

Everything became quiet.

I stood up.

The truck idled.

I maintained my position and burned every part of the image into my brain. For future reference.

There was something about that truck.

I knew that beyond the dark windows of the tractor, a bad guy was looking back at me.

I knew it. And that's all that I have to say.

Some things in my life, I just know.

The tractor was yellow, with a sleeper door, no discernible company name on the main door and no outstanding markings at all. The truck pulled a flatbed trailer. And a yellowish light shone from underneath the trailer where it connected to the tractor.

After a couple of minutes, the driver continued up the ramp and slowly drove over the bridge and out of sight.

It sure gives you something to think about.

What Are You Waiting For???

Before I get to my update and so on, I would like to add my voice to the call for a stronger law against child sexual predators.

Click on the post headline and check-out the information provided by the "America's Most Wanted" website.

I totally agree with John Walsh. He's right.

The Federal Government has got to get its collective act together and WRITE THE LAW AND PASS IT!

Enough foot-dragging, already!


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Reachelle Smith, Update

When Dennis Rader surfaced again...And before anyone [besides his victims] knew that he was the Kansas BTK Strangler...I felt a strong draw to the case.

Law enforcement across the Country struggled to discover his identity and I felt his presence nearly everywhere I went.

It was a psychic thing. Truly.

Finally, Dennis Rader threw a hint a bit too far and he was caught. Finally. After 30 years.

What was my connection to him?

My name: Ruthie Rader.

Today, I checked-out a new website and discovered that little Reachelle Smith and I also have something in common.

But I won't tell you what it is.

If you know me well enough you already know what the connection is.

So perhaps that is why I became interested in her case.

Reachelle is still missing. I hold out hope every day that someone will come forward and she will be found.

And as with Dennis Rader, time has nothing to do with doing the right thing.

Keep your ear to the rail and your peepers open, Campers.

Because I am convinced that somebody, somewhere knows the truth about Reachelle's disappearance. And that person also knows exactly where Reachelle is.

Remember, mud, water, stones and little shoes. That is what I "see" when I track Reachelle.

Pray, Campers...God makes miracles happen every day.