On the morning of April 6, 2015, we found ourselves at a lodge in the Cascade Mountains.
A couple of weeks earlier, we had driven from Los Angeles, California, to join a group of hikers at the nearby Grand Teton, in hopes of making our way to the rim of the world’s largest, most spectacular, and most spectacular natural wonder.
We’d spent the last week in a cabin near the rim, a half hour’s drive from our hotel, at the lodge that housed us for the night.
The next morning, our guide had told us to pack our gear, and we all packed our gear.
We packed our tents, and our sleeping bags, and packed our food.
We set off.
The next day, our day would be even more dramatic.
It was an eight-hour drive, but by the time we reached our first camp site, our group was on top of the mountain, and in the lead.
Our guide had said we were all in the right place, and, while the route was not perfect, it was close enough to the nearest car that we were able to safely get out.
As we neared our campsite, a fire erupted.
Our tents and sleeping bags were ripped apart by the flames, and I had to jump from the top of our tent to safety.
As the flames started to lick at us, I was in my tent, watching it burn, and heard the sound of other hikers being attacked.
My heart pounded, and my vision blurred.
I was alone, and the only way I knew to get out was to grab my friend and run.
I ran to my car, and grabbed the phone, and yelled to my friend.
“I’m not going anywhere!”
I told him.
“I’m going to save you!” he replied.
When I was done yelling, I walked up to my vehicle and started driving away from the fire.
As I neared the rim with my friend, I saw him lying in the grass, and felt the burning in my legs.
What followed was a terrifying two-hour journey through the desert.
My friends and I were on our way back to the lodge when we spotted a large group of hikers in the parking lot.
It was the worst night of our trip yet.
We saw them running, and it was the first time I had ever felt such fear.
We decided to try and stay put and continue our trek through the night, but the fire soon broke out again, and after nearly two hours, I decided to leave the fire and take a cab.
That was four years ago.
Two years ago, my friend was murdered.
My family and I have been devastated for the last four years.
We were all heartbroken to hear that our friend had been murdered.
Our hope was that our community would heal and unite around this tragedy and to heal our community.
Unfortunately, this tragedy has been a long road to healing, and to that end, we need to do more to support survivors.
After being through this terrible ordeal, we want to make it known that the people of Yosemite have stood with us through it.
We want to give back to Yosemite for their beautiful and incredible natural landscapes and our community’s amazing and inspirational history.
We also want to thank the thousands of people who have supported us in this journey.
Our community has been our community and we love you, and Yosemite is a special place for us all.
Sincerely, the family of Kevin Kiel and Jenny Lake, and all those who have stood behind us in our quest to explore the world.
A memorial to Kevin Kiol and Jenny Lakes can be found at http://thedailymountain.com/mountain/jenny-lake-family/