Parched, Revisited

Between sobs, Lavin has been in my cube reminiscing about the “Parched” shoots. She recalled being at the “lake” all by herself on several occasions, loaded down with equipment, legs sinking into the mud (a la Neverending Story). On one solo excursion, she even spotted a cougar print (this kind, not this kind). Upon this discovery, she inexplicably called Rod, who sagely told her to “get out of there.” Stubborn girl that she is, Lavin refused, and lived to tell about her triumph over cougars and quagmires, for which she credits a close study of this. I bet the great David Remnick can’t claim such fortitude.
(BTW, sympathetic FBvians needn’t worry about our intrepid photog. Tonight she’s going to lick her wounds while drinking a bottle of red wine and watching a horror flick.)