My parents trekked to Kansas City a few weekends ago for Father’s Day, and while they were here I took them to I Love a Mystery, which is a kick-ass independent bookstore. While we were stimulating the economy, we picked up an older Nevada Barr mystery that had slipped through the cracks: High Country, which is set in Yosemite.
Anna Pigeon is undercover as a waitress at Yosemite after having been called away from her home park in Mississippi to lend support when four people disappear. All four are in their 20s or early 30s, and hope is fading as its winter. And though this is the reason for Anna to be in Yosemite, the missing people take a bit of a backseat to her coworkers in the restaurant, who are all a bit off their rocker in varying degrees, and her two roommates who scored a bad bag of weed and end up in the hospital. All of this later makes sense, but for awhile, it’s a bit distracting.
All of that fades away, however, when Anna goes on a hike… by herself… and meets the bad guys face to face. You can see that coming a mile away, right? Still, there’s a great 100 page chase scene that kept me awake long after I had become delirious from exhaustion. At the end of the chase and the subsequent kidnapping, however, I still was left feeling like this wasn’t Anna’s, or Barr’s, best foot forward.
But just because it wasn’t my favorite in the series doesn’t change the fact that High Country was a better-than-decent read, kept me tense and had these gems for quotes that I wrote down:
Secrets were like rabbits. If you got two in January, by year’s end you had two hundred. (If I was tweeting that, I would direct it at Mark Sanford.)
(When Anna is thinking about her promise to her fiance not to die on this trip and her cat.) One could break promises. It was allowed. One could not abandon one’s cat. Not and retain any hope of heaven.
It’s true. Sonika and I both have cats that have neither been loved or fed EVER (respectively), and somehow those cats keep making it in the car every time either of us moves.