Becoming Wild . . .
In March of 1997 my wife and I, with our nine month old daughter, set off from home in the dead of night never to return. I've sewn $5,000 into a hidden flap in my backpack. We start out hiking, then travel over five hundred miles upriver by canoe. Three months later we are arrested, our daughter's taken, and we learn she is retarded. We never get her back.
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