Emergency equipment was passing our office, and another inspector and I followed them to the accident site. These were pre-bunny-suit days, so I climbed the densely forested hill in a skirt, winter coat and leather pumps. Rough going, but nothing compared to the catastrophic, ugly and incredibly sad accident scene. Cops were cordoning off the area from scavengers (yes, really), and EMS teams still searching. The NTSB would arrive later to take over the investigation; we interviewed the motorist who “saw something” in the trees, talked to the cops, and took pictures. I whispered a prayer and sprinkled holy water from my cache.