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    [RC] Guns, illegal crossing, murder - amber applegate


    Otay, hubby fed for me, and things are slow on the lists so here goes my
    story, and I may or may not stick to it, depending on which of the Feds show
    up at my door.
    
    The trip up to Canada was uneventful until I got to the border crossing at
    Kingsgate, BC, just over the Idaho Border North of Bonners Ferry.(Beautiful
    little town that is)
    
    I was to meet the sellers at Kingsgate on the Canadian side to pick up my
    new horse. I never ride or travel alone without a weapon. I was worried
    about carrying a handgun and an 8 inch hunting knife through the Border
    Crossing, but more worried about being unarmed and alone, sleeping in rest
    stops or along the side of the road.
    
    I spoke with a couple of Canadian Truckers while still in Oregon and they
    sounded pretty worried about the gun. Said that Canada had no sense of humor
    concerning that. But, they felt that since I was not traveling through the
    country just to hide it and I should be fine.
    
    I get to the Crossing and the gal in the window first wants to see my ID. So
    I give her my Driver's License. No, she wants my birth certificate and
    passport. Well, first off, I don't have a Birth Certificate, so obviously
    can't get a passport. I was smart enough to not tell her that, and make her
    wonder WHY I don't have one. So I just played dumb and said I didn't know I
    had to have that just to come to the border and wait for the horse. She let
    that slide with a stern warning and I am starting to think "Oh S*%&"
    
    Next comes the biggie; Are you carrying any weapons? hand guns, stun guns,
    mace, rifles, anything? No. Aren't Stun Guns illegal? So she says, You are a
    woman traveling alone and you carry no weapons? I said well, first off, I
    didn't think I needed to, and secondly I wouldn't know how to use a gun if I
    did have one, as I have never fired a pistol in my life. good thing I am
    such a good BS-er. So, she let that one go by too.
    
    Next, and this one caught me by surprise, Do  you have any alcohol with you?
    Absolutely not. (Just a 12 pack of Corona and a jug of Merlot)  Okay, that
    gets by, I am sure I am breaking out in beads of sweat now. Then the dreaded
    FRUIT third degree.
    
    Do you have any fruits or veggies with you? No Ma'am, nothing. I am eating
    in restaurants.(except for the watermelon, cantaloupe, peaches, nectarines,
    kiwi, plums, apples, carrots for the horse, and two bananas and fruit
    yogurt) Gads! those Canadians are nosey, eh?
    
    So I get permission to park right behind the building and wait for the
    horse. Get the horse and all is well coming back.
    
    My plan was to try to make it to Oregon City to stay with my friend, DeAnn
    Schnepple, AERC member, lots of miles and a good friend that I made at
    Pacific Crest a couple of years ago. I made it as far as The Dalles along
    the Central part of Oregon on the Columbia River and decided I couldn't
    drive any further. I pulled behind this restaurant to park for the night and
    was attempting to screw a hose onto the new water tank that was sitting on
    the bed of my truck.
    
    I couldn't get the hose to go on as it needed room to turn. All of the
    sudden this Troll, pops out of the pavement and he is driving a 48 ft.
    trailer with a Hot Shot pulling Harleys for a couple of guys from New
    Jersey.
    
    He is eyeballing me, so I ask if he has any water as I need to get some to
    my horse. He comes to my rig, and of course I don't have a weapon out there
    with me, so I grab the two foot long flashlight ready to kill him with one
    false move. To cut to the chase, he tells me all about his story and helps
    me get the water hose attached and then tells me he feels much better
    knowing that I am sleeping out there with "Tons" of weapons (I let him know
    that I am heavily armed and a dead nuts shot, unlike the story I gave the
    Canadian Guard) Then he tells me that breakfast is on him and how much he
    will look forward to our little tete`a tete` in the am. THEN, he says, "if
    you want to have a nice hot shower, feel free to come up to my room, number
    110" Oh, boy! that sounds great, thanks!
    
    As soon as he was in his motel, I packed up everything and hauled ass down
    the highway. Called DeAnn and said I just can't make it, I was weaving all
    over the road, no, I hadn't had anything to drink, that was only once I got
    in bed would I have a sip of wine, and one beer for lunch, sorry to
    disappoint Howard, but that is my limit. I was just plumb tired.
    
    So I parked behind a Best Western and woke up the next morning to a guy
    standing behind me doing Tai Chai. Well, that looked safe.
    
    Get to DeAnn's and unpacked the horse to stretch out. He had a very long
    journey coming from Rosiland, AB. So she and her nephew, Jonathan 15, and
    her sweet hubby, Terry and I are having a nice visit. Later that afternoon,
    I pack up to leave and head home about another 5 hours on the road and get
    10 miles from her house when the temp gauge comes on and it is over 230
    degrees!
    
    I limp into a shopping mall. Call DeAnn and Terry to come rescue me. The
    outside temperature was 103. I am opening the doors on the trailer to keep
    Strider cool and when they arrived, coolant was all over the ground. DeAnn
    went home, got her trailer and we took the horse back to her house while
    Terry limped the truck and trailer back to their place, took close to three
    hours to go ten miles.
    
    Okay, unhook the GN, have the truck towed to the Dodge dealer and it turns
    out something hit the fan and bent the hell out of one of the blades and put
    a fist sized hole in the radiator. Plus the brakes were acting up and had
    them checked and there were no brakes. The pads were almost metal to metal.
    Great.
    
    Well, looks like DeAnn is stuck with me for a few days, like from Tuesday to
    Friday. So what's a couple of endurance riders to do? Ride of course!! So
    Wednesday, she and Jonathan and I went and rode in a beautiful wooded area
    in Beavercreek. That is when I fell in love with Strider, that is when he
    went so fast at a RW that my helmet felt like it would fly off. We had a
    blast.
    
    The next morning Terry has the Oregonian Newspaper in Hand and says that the
    number one Suspect in the disappearance of two young Oregon City girls was
    arrested for raping his son's 19 year old girlfriend. The son called the
    police and said that his father confesssed to him that he killed the two
    girls. His girlfriend escaped with her life and ran naked to a nearby shoe
    store. These 12 and 13 year old girls lived in an apartment complex near
    DeAnn and the police suspected this character of the kidnapping and possible
    murder since they were reported missing in January and February.
    
    We have to go to the shopping center to get grub for dinner and DeAnn says,
    do you want to see where this guy lives? Well, I am always up for an
    adventure and said heck yes. Then DeAnn tells me that her friends know this
    guy and he had talked about putting a hot tub in and laying a cement pad.
    
    Well WHOA! my vivid imagination now tells me that this is where these girls
    are buried, so we high tail it up there and across the street from the guys
    house, is every news team you can imagine, CNN, all the local news media,
    they all had satellites up waiting for something to happen. But the weird
    thing was, there was no cops, no yellow tape, nothing at the house.
    
    We park next to the news people and I ask one of the reporters what's up? He
    didn't know a thing. Well, why aren't you over there? He said he couldn't go
    over. Then we told him of the hot tub and the cement and that is probably
    where the girls are buried. We said we were going over and would report to
    him any findings.
    
    We get to the house, and in a shed in the back was a stench that DeAnn and I
    both immediately recognized as dead flesh. It was hair raising, but the most
    was yet to come. In the shed was black trash bags all knotted up. In one of
    them was a bag full of puppets, dolls, teddy bears. In another was little
    girls clothing. Where in the hell are the cops? We couldn't believe this.
    
    Then we went to the house, I saw the pad where the hot tub was going and the
    hot tub itself was against the house. There was a big tarp over the ground
    where he apparently was going to place the hot tub. So I am looking under
    the tarp for the concrete pad and all of the sudden DeAnn shouts, amber!
    quick come look at this.
    
    I went over to the side of the house, and DeAnn points out that along the
    original sidewalk and the foundation of the house, new concrete was poured,
    and it wasn't done by any professional. Also, the crawl space under the
    house was covered up with a board and cemented shut. We both just gasped and
    said this is where the little girls are buried. Again, we are in disbelief
    that there are no cops around at all.
    
    We go back to the shed and are looking around and smelling that smell again,
    when we turn around and there are these two men coming towards us. One looks
    like an FBI guy the other is holding a camera. DeAnn says, Oh S--- we are
    busted. Just remain calm, my son is a Deputy Medical Examiner in Washington
    and Multnomah Countys and also works for the State Coroners office, he will
    get us out of this........hopefully.
    
     we are all looking at each other with trepidation and the G-Man says
    something first and then before he can read me my Miranda Rights, I ask him
    who he is. He is a reporter with channel 12 News in Portland. As we got
    closer, I looked at him and said "David Wilson, is that you?" and he goes
    yes, who are you? I pulled off my sunglasses and said I am amber applegate,
    from Medford area. You interviewed me three years ago about the Cougar kill
    on my property. He couldn't believe it!!
    
     he is following us all around and we are showing him what we found and
    where we think the girls are buried. He also smells the stench in the shed.
    Then he tells us that this weirdo, the suspect, his father is serving on
    Death Row in San Quentin for killing a couple in Bakersfield, Ca. and he
    buried the bodies there and then a week later came back and dug up the woman
    and took her home and buried her in his backyard and covered her with a
    cement pad. Mutant Genetics, perhaps??
    
    Then as soon as we leave, I call my son on the cell phone and start to tell
    him what we found. He was just interupting me like I was on drugs or
    something, saying how the hell could we have been there and just wouldn't
    shut up about it, so I finally told him to Shut the %*#@ up and listen to me
    and if he didn't believe me he could hang up on me.
    
    By the time I got through especially when I mentioned the reporter David
    Wilson and told my son that David wanted to do another story on Brian ( he
    also did two feature stories on Brian about the same time he intervied me on
    the cougars, not knowing we were even related) he was listening and said he
    was calling a gal that he knows that is an FBI agent.
    
    She was out of town, mourning the basejumping death of her boyfriend and a
    collegue of my son's. So he instead calls the Clackamas County Medical
    Examiner and told him what we were up to and about the cement. They said
    they know all about it and are waiting until this next week to present the
    evidence to the Grand Jury for an indictment to get a search warrent to dig
    up the cement walkway.
    
    That night, on the local news, DeAnn said it was too chilling. I had already
    turned in and on the news was the mother of one of  the little girls and she
    had made a sign out of cardboard that said "Please Dig Me Up" and placed it
    right on the cement where we had been standing and had it surrounded with
    candles.
    
    
    Next time anyone sees DeAnn at the rides, please accuse her of getting me
    involved. DeAnn, I need you to verify all of this.
    amber
    
    
    
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