ne 1985 My darling—-so muc did I call —t Nelson is not, and if Im not mistaken ually looking for trated by  t of team   to  for anytransport,  a  by accident, and I o ask  t when I overheard him

    talking on to someone—describing t  knoion. Later on I bougic ;more t; line. Pretended to tease ations of science—bet you cant explain Bigfoot, etc.—co spirit . I pretended not to notice and  on to c, told ory.

    So I  me doitious military block Im rig too. tion is, do I tell ? Got to  w his game is.

    Fondest love to both— Johnny.

    Colville Bar, Alaska Monday, 24 June 1985 Darling—I  get a co post anotter for a oake to ts are fizzing to get up tation ted. I said old me of some naro some incredible age, side t . ouldnt it be strange if talking of  buddy noo imply t  I kno c. And I pretend to be bluff Major Parry, stout fello not too muc. But I kno. For one tually comes from try of Defense—I kno. I looked in te—a radiation suit if ever Ive seen one. A rum do, my darling. I sick to my plan: take ts to t and go off by my self for a feo look for to Nelson  on Lookout Ridge, Ill play it by ear.

    Later. A real bit of luck. I met Jake Petersen s pal tt Kigalik. Jake old me o old me ts oo; c being seen, because  , and turned out to be Russian, a spy.  tell me more t; I got t o me. Its like a gap in t of  and you see anot its not easy to find because t part of t like ts on ty paces or so to t of a tall rock sanding bear, and tion Jake gave me is not quite rigs near