Sewage, Pastor Rick's Garbage & Lazer Eye Surgery
Week 4 Winners: Jim and Debi Wilkins-Luton
Their Story: "After our friends Tony and Becky won an iPod last week, Debi and I decided we had to give this rhino thing a shot. The problem is that we are just way too obsessive compulsive for a game like this to be something simple. On Monday, the clue was a blurry word scramble. We got all of the letters right except one. At first, we rearranged the letters to spell EAT-ICY-SNOW-TRUCK. After searching all of the City, County and State snow plow garages in Clark County, we realized that we may not have gotten the clue quite right. So we rearranged the letters to read COUNTY-WASTE-RICK. I was very excited about this clue, because it obviously meant that the rhino was buried somewhere in Pastor Rick Bosch’s home garbage. After a quick Google search and a car ride, I was standing on the side of Rick’s house and digging through his trash can. It is amazing what you can learn about your pastor by sifting through his refuse. Rick’s neighbors seemed a bit concerned at first, but I smiled and waved and they nodded as though this kind of thing was normal at Rick’s house. We obviously had the clue wrong. YUCK! We then spent some time chasing wild geese: the blurred letters and COUNTY-WISE-TRACK sent us to the School for the Blind’s athletic field, STAT-ROW-YUCK-CIEN sent us to Dr. Crew’s Rapid Eye Surgery (don’t ask—“Yuck seein”), a photo of a tarp sent us to a quarry out in Camas, and a fit of total strangeness sent us to every intersection numbered 144th and 100th in Clark County (YUCK=GROSS=144 and CIEN is Spanish for 100). The mind can be a scary place sometimes. We then reconfigured the letters to read COUNTY-WATER-SICK. For reasons known only to God, this made much more sense to us. We spent the next day and a half visiting every water treatment center in Clark County, and by water treatment center, I mean “sewage plant.” Not as much fun as you might think. By the way, according to the sheriff, you’re not supposed to visit water treatment centers after dark. It was then that our friend pointed out that what we had read as an “I” in the original clue was actually an “L” and that the scramble unscrambled read WEST-CLARK-COUNTY. This clue got us lost in someone’s vineyard in Ridgefield at midnight, among other things. On the way home, we passed Klineline Park and put two and two together. FINALLY! It was then home for four hours sleep and then back to the park with a flashlight. Five hours later, when the next clue came in, I was still searching for John’s precious rhino, to the amusement of the fishermen. I knew from the previous photo-clues that Klineline Park was the place, but I had no idea where the rhino had been stashed. Debi called and said that the new photo-clue had rocks, red leaves, and chicken wire in it. Oh, joy! Every tree in the park (and I now knew them all on a first name basis) was wrapped in chicken wire. Then my rival arrived. “Hi,” she shouted cheerfully, “I bet I know what you’re looking for.” I snarled a quick “Hey,” called my wife, and told her to get the kids and start praying. Obviously, God wanted ME to have this. I got up really early, after all. I realized later that my rival was Theresa from Life Group—a clear case of rhino blindness. Debi said she and the kids were coming, but I struck rhino before they could get there. It was in two taped and sealed bags, beneath a stack of rocks, under a pile of leaves, next to a wire-mesh embankment that could only be seen from the water—something simple, a piece of cake. Now that our rhino hunting days are over, Debi and I wonder what we will do with our lives; maybe we’ll change our names and play again next week."
Congrats to Jim and Debi Wilkins-Luton! Way to think out-of-the-box. You guys really deserved this one!
- Tabi
