Bev was believed to have been washed away in the flood and was never found.

As I sat thinking about it, my gaze fell on the spot behind my garage where last year I kept the old 1937 camper trailer I had bought from my friend Ben Walker. I still owned it, but now it was back behind Ben’s barn, locked up and surrounded by weeds.

It was a great piece of the past, with a wood interior and checked linoleum floor. The cabinets all had refrigerator-style latches and the icebox was an old wooden...
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Bev was believed to have been washed away in the flood and was never found.

As I sat thinking about it, my gaze fell on the spot behind my garage where last year I kept the old 1937 camper trailer I had bought from my friend Ben Walker. I still owned it, but now it was back behind Ben’s barn, locked up and surrounded by weeds.

It was a great piece of the past, with a wood interior and checked linoleum floor. The cabinets all had refrigerator-style latches and the icebox was an old wooden style that required a block of ice in the top. It worked quite well for short trips. I had stripped the Sixties wallpaper and refinished all of the wood. I made curtains out of vintage aprons and scrounged thrift shops for period accessories. It was sweet.
It also time traveled.


How many of us have wished at some time or other we could go back in time and change an action or a decision or just take back something that was said? But it is what it is. There is no rewind, reboot, delete key or any other trick to change the past, right?
Lynne McBriar can. She bought a 1937 camper that turned out to be a time portal. And when she meets a young woman who suffers from serious depression over the loss of a close friend ten years earlier, she has the power to do something about it. And there is no reason not to use that power.
Right?
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