Gary Leon Ridgway, Case Files: Part Two.

Information courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.

Dr. Robert Keppel at a crime scene related to the Green River Killer investigation, photo courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Another picture of Dr. Robert Keppel at a crime scene related to the Green River Killer investigation, courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Dave Reichert in a picture related to the Green River Killer investigation, courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Dave Reichert in a picture related to the Green River Killer investigation, photo courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
An investigator at a crime scene related to the Green River Killer investigation, courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some investigators at a crime scene related to the Green River Killer investigation, courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force, courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force at a meeting regarding Gary Ridgway, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force at a meeting regarding Gary Ridgway, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Gary Ridgway looking out at some members of the Green River Killer task force from the inside of a sheriff’s van, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force helping out at a crime scene, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force (with Gary Ridgway standing in the next room), picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force watching a news report on the Green River Killer, picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
Some members of the Green River Killer task force posing at a crime scene (with Gary Ridgway in the back), picture courtesy of the King County Sheriff’s Department.
01-298715, AAM0066, Tape 190A: Matthew Leon Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0066, Tape 190B: Matthew Leon Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0066, Tape 191A: Matthew Leon Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0066, Tape 191B: Matthew Leon Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 195A: Gregory Ridgway.
01-298715. AAM0067, Tape 195B: Gregory Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 209A: Gregory Ridgway, consent.mp3
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 206A: Marcia Ridgway.
87-035433, WBB0810, Tape 614: Marcia Ridgway (1A).mp3
87-035433, WBB0810, Tape 614: Marcia Ridgway (1B).mp3
87-035433, WBB0810, Tape 615: Marcia Ridgway (1A).mp3
01-298715, AAM0067. Tape 208A: Thomas Edward Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 208B: Thomas Edward Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 251A: Thomas Edward Ridgway.mp3
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 208A: Thomas Edward Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 208B: Thomas Edward Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 253A: Mary Ridgway.mp3
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 210A: Judith Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 210B: Judith Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 211A: Judith Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 211B: Judith Ridgway.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 256A: Claudia Baros.
01-298715, AAM0067, Tape 256B: Claudia Baros.
87-035433, WBB0810, Tape 613: Rebecca Garde Guay (1A).
87-035433, WBB0810, Tape 613: Rebecca Garde Guay (1B).

Correspondence Between John Henry Browne and Ted Bundy (…and the Green River Task Force).

While reading John Henry Browne’s book ‘The Devil’s Defender’ while helping with my local election I discovered a few letters between Ted and John Henry Browne (and one sent to the Green River Task Force) that I never read before. I decided to include them here.

October 31, 1976:
Dear John,
Thank you for your letter of October 27. I too, wish the circumstances of our first contact since last February were different. I had intended to write to you on several occasions during the past several months to express my appreciation for the moral and processional support you have given me and my girlfriend and others close to me.
Recent developments seem to indicate that I will be desperately in need of such support in the near future. I have had a tendency to be overly analytical about the motivations of the Colorado authorities in filing their case at this time. I suppose my real concern should not be ‘why’ they filed but ‘what,’ they filed. Whatever their reasoning, they have taken the plunge and are now committed to follow through. However, according to their own admission, their affidavit outlines the same case they had eight months ago. It is safe to say that bringing the case at this time was prompted by considerations other than the circumstantial evidence contained in the arrest warrant affidavit.
Whether or not their case is a strong one, and I am convinced it is not, the threat I face is considerable for numerous non-evidentiary reasons. First and foremost is the publicity. Next comes my conviction for kidnapping in Utah. The third strike against me involves the significant potential for official misconduct (i.e. falsifying evidence) on the part of those who, ‘believe’ in my guilt and feel as it is their duty to being about my conviction.
Finally, I am at an extreme disadvantage due to both a lack of funds to hire attorneys, investigators and experts. And to the prosecutors seemingly unlimited investigative resources; resources which can, quote, ‘create’ an image of credibility when no case exists. It is this last point [that] most concerns me. If I could fight them on an equal footing I have no doubt I would be acquitted. One man, an attorney. [name removed] no matter how skilled or competent, is no match to prepare a defense to equal the complex case the prosecution has created. Without more assistance, the consequences to my life could be fatal.
You have no obligation to come to my aid, but I am begging you to do so because my life hangs in the balance. I am asking you to provide whatever services you can offer, because I am immensely impressed by your legal intelligence and more so because I like you and feel comfortable with you. I need your help now more than I ever have needed help before in my life. What more can I say except ‘please’ help me?
Sincerely,
Ted
PS: I will avoid discussing details of the Colorado case in letters. I will only talk about the case directly to my present attorneys. If you should have questions, submit them through my present attorneys, and if you haven’t read Colorado’s affidavit, I will ask my present attorney to send you a copy, should you be in a position to help, that is.

November 1976:
Dear John,
I received your letter of November 10 today and find some encouragement in your news, if only because it indicates your continuing willingness to help. I would like to keep my options open regarding my final choice of counsel. I have no contact with my present attorney and will be unable to make a decision about him until I have talked to him personally and at length. I hope you will understand ,my reservations as it is my belief that I must have complete confidence in someone in whose my life will be placed.; I have written my present attorney asking his opinion on several critical matters, including extradition, and requesting a meeting with him before I go to Colorado.
Of course I would prefer an alliance between my present attorney and you. If I had a choice at this moment between the two of you, I would choose you, but I am not sure I can afford that choice.
I am in complete agreement concerning guaranteed reimbursement for expenses and lost salary should I ask you to handle my case. Is there any way you can give me some general estimate of what this might amount to for Ressler and you? I know how difficult this would be, but if I had an idea, I would be able to determine whether or not I am capable of raising such an amount at all.
I wouldn’t hold you to an estimate in any event, but if you are out of the ballpark, I had better know now.
The question of extradition carries more significance for me than whether by fighting it I can avoid it. I will be extradited too no matter what, but by opposing extradition, are there advantages which outweigh the disadvantages?
In your opinion, in a habeas corpus hearing on the matter, would not it be possible to expose more of the prosecution’s case, if indeed there is more, as well as, quote, ‘freeze’ what they already have? I think there is a positive potential here.
Second, I am convinced that much time will be required to prepare my defense. The prosecution has been investigating and building their case for fourteen months. God knows how many man-hours and how much money has been expended. Positions, such as admitting evidence as a, quote, ‘common scheme and plan,’ involving incidents in other jurisdictions have been thoroughly briefed. I need time, and I would rather spend it in the Utah State Prison than in the Pitkin County Jail, fighting extradition. Fighting extradition will buy some time, don’t you think?
The negative consequences to such a fight would be, as you observed, publicity and inferring my uncooperativeness. This is a difficult issue, which ultimately involves the whole area of pretrial publicity in my case.
The first question is what is the volume and substance of publicity at this point in the Glenwood Springs/Aspen area, and what is it likely to be in the future?
I will ask my attorney to make a study of this, should a motion for postponement on grounds of pretrial publicity be warranted. Will my opposition to extradition do any further harm? I am not convinced that it will, especially since I intend to make it clear the reasons why I am fighting extradition: 1) I was not in Colorado at the time of the commission of the crime; and 2) Need time to overcome great prosecution advantage.
Bad reasons, you know. I just thought the effect of fighting extradition is not nearly as damaging as the impact of losing that fight, which will eventually happen.
Now I have changed my mind a lot. Damn it. I think it is perfectly suicidal to rush into a strange state and be represented by an unknown attorney who has but a few weeks to prepare against a case, which the prosecution has been plotting for over a year. I believe it is literally suicide. What do you recommend?
This is a case which will be won or lost by the ability of the defense to do the following: 1) thoroughly field investigate; and 2) Suppress testimony related to other crimes.
I will elaborate more on that issue later. Can’t fit anymore paper in this envelope. Thanks again for the letter.
Hang in there,
Ted

November 29, 1976:
Dear John,
My issue of the Wednesday, November 24, 1976, Seattle Times contains an article on A4 with a bold heading, quote: ‘FBI Links Hair Samples to Bundy.’ This is just not something I expected from the Times. What are they doing, warming up the cross for my execution?
This is one of the most flagrant examples of prosecution by the press that I have ever seen. The worst thing about this Seattle Times article is that it will be carried by the wire services and broadcast in the Denver and the Aspen area.
Damn it John, I can’t get used to this abuse. The impact of this article is deadly, without the knowledge that hair samples are far from being identification.
He goes on to mention, quote, ‘several’ eyewitnesses, when, as you may know, there was one woman who picks my picture one year after the Colorado disappearance and stated that she had passed a, quote, ‘strange’ man in the hall the night of the disappearance, who looked like me, and observation she neglected to mention to police until a year later.
Note also how the fallacious escape materials, also how the escape material allegations is injected to magnify the inferences of guilt.
The intent of the article is purely malicious and prejudicial. I feel powerless as I watch my conviction firsthand by the media. I see this article as part of a calculated attempt to convince the public of the official belief in my guilt, and to influence the outcome of the Colorado trial.
I had to do something. Enclosed you will find a letter to the editor of the Times. Would you read it and if it seems appropriate, do what you can to have it published? ‘Thanks.’
Best regards,
Ted

July 7, 1977:
Dear John,
Good heavens… it has been over three weeks since my early morning call to you upon my return to captivity, and I am just getting around to saying, quote, ‘thank you,’ to you for coming to my aid, coming to aspen, and just generally making mew feel less like a fumbling, stupid idiot I was behaving like.
Aw, but the adventurous chapter is behind me, or so I would like to think at this moment. The ghosts of my escapade will return [in] the form of five counts and a new information. I will behave like the hardened convict I am and say, quote, ‘Fuck it. I have got broad shoulders.’ This is what a hard con would say, isn’t it?
Since my return, I have been in procrastination, in a procrastination inspired slump. (‘I have got plenty of time; the suppression hearing isn’t for two months’).
Instead of working, I have been doing push-ups, pull-ups, jumping rope, and have done my best to emulate Tarzan. I am eating nuts, took vitamins, gagged on nutritional yeast, and in the process have (at least to my own mind) become a superb physical specimen.
Now I am sitting here wondering what makes me want to be so damned healthy.
Today I emerged from both my ‘slump’ and my Fourth of July depression, and decided to entertain myself with the criminal law again. What a shameful attitude. However, working on the case has become both fun and distracting, an attitude which no doubt reinforces the point of view that I shouldn’t be handing this case- bit Christ, if a person can’t enjoy the work, why do it? It is just plain challenging.
It is also just a bit frightening at times, too.
Today, for instance, I decided to research the area of suppression of evidence material and favorable to the defense. Since several re-readings of the documents in question convinces me that they alone might warrant a new trial.
I took the amicus brief that you wrote in the Wright case. I looked up a few cases, the most recent US Supreme Court being US vs. Aggers. What a horrendous case. The Berger Court is very unsound. Agurs [sic], on top of Brady, is like mustard on top of a chocolate cake. It just doesn’t make sense and gives me indigestion. Until… I talked to an attorney (I knew they were good for something); the attorney just happened to mention that aggers came down in June 1976 and that all of the discovery in my case took place between November 1975 and February 1976. Thus, Brady and its progeny, free of the Aggers sliding rule (this is where ethe prosecutor slides everything into the police files and says he never saw the stuff, honest!) would be applied in my case.
Still, this is no guarantee, but I am more confident about receiving a new trial now than ever before.
At this point, however, I think I would lose a new trial in the kidnapping case, but hell, getting there would be half the fun, anyway. So I am fat and healthy, munching on something called, ‘peanuts and caramel log,’ one of many goodies sent to me by my friends. Sounds disgusting, and it is, but I have a munchy mentality and I truly love it.
Thanks again. You have done a great deal for me. I want you to know how I recognize it and appreciate it. Now try to take that to the bank. How much is it worth to you to have me tell you that I can’t imagine a finer defense attorney than yourself? It’s true. I consider myself an expert on the good ones and the bad ones.
Best wishes,
Ted

June 1, 1977:
Dear John,
During the time you stayed in Tallahassee, we had a chance to discuss at length developments in the case. If you feel anything like I do, you are sick and tired of hearing about the Bundy case.
It was great seeing you and talking with you again. There can be little question as to why you are doing so well in your practice’ you are an exceptionally bright and concerned person. You are much more than that, but that way in which you reach out to those whose causes you advocate is extraordinary.
I am fortunate to have you on my side and there is no adequate manner to express my gratitude for the time and expense you took to come help me, except to give you a deeply felt, quote, ‘thank you,’ in every way.
Best regards,
Ted

October 15, 1984*:
Dear John,
Are you still there? I mean, are you still in the Smith Tower? I hope this is forwarded to you if you are not.
How are you? Still Running? It has been a while since we have been in touch. Carole told me that she and out daughter, Rosebud, just paid a visit to you around Christmas time last year.
I have a favor to ask you. Would you mind taking the enclosed letter I have written to someone associated with the Green River Task Force who has some sense and can be trusted to take the right steps to see that the letter both receives proper consideration and remains confidential?
I know firsthand how professional egos and agency rivalries and conventional police close-mindedness can drastically reduce the effectiveness of an organization like the Task Force.
I am pretty sure I can provide them with some valuable information if we can transcend such limitations. So please give it to someone with an open mind and creative outlook on investigating such cases. Does such an animal exist? On October 1, I wrote a letter to the Task Force, which I sent via a superior court judge in Tacoma, a longtime family friend. I asked him to let me know that he had received and forwarded it, but in two weeks I have heard nothing from him or the task force.
Actually, I would have sent the letter through you in the first place, but it just didn’t occur to me until after I mailed the letter.
So what’s do you think of the Task Force? What do you know about it? Is it chasing its tail/ It is disorganized? Does it have competent people? Is it well run? Would the people there resent or reject out-of-hand my offer of information and assistance?
There are a number of reasons why I offer my help to the Task Force at this time (please go ahead and read the letter I have written to them, by the way, and it may give you a better understanding of what I am doing). Basically, through, the case fascinates me and challenges me. I would like to figure out what makes the Green River guy tick, and I figure I have as good a chance of doing that than anyone on the Task Force. And I also think that the time seems right in some inexplicable sort of way, and I dins myself saying, quote, ‘why not put some of your knowledge and unique perspective to use. It could be interesting.’
I don’t fancy myself playing detective, but I will bet I can play the man or men they are looking for better than any of them.
Please let me know you received this and what, if anything, happened when you passed it along.
Thank you for your help. Take care of yourself.
Peace,
Ted
PS: And remember, you can arrange to reach me by phone, if you wish.
*I do want to point out that in Robert Keppels book (and movie), ‘The Riverman,’ the letter was sent directly to Keppel and bypassed John Henry Browne completely.

October 15: 1984:
Dear Task Force Members:
On October 1, 1984, I wrote a letter to you and sent it via a superior court judge in Tacoma. I asked the judge to give me some kind of indication that he would- he had received and forwarded that letter to you.
During the intervening two weeks, I have heard nothing from the judge or you, I don’t know what the problem is, or even if there is a problem, but I thought I had better try another means of contacting you in case, for whatever reason, the first failed.
Therefore, I send this letter to you through John Henry Browne, a Seattle criminal defense attorney, who I know and trust.
I must admit that I am being cautious on approaching you. It would not look good to my fellow prisoners if it became known that I offered to help and provide information for your investigation.
This is one reason I do not want to let it be known that I am writing to you.
Mail passes through many hands before it leaves this place, and there are too many curious minds for me to address a letter to you directly.
As broader concern of mine is that my offer of information and whatever other assistance you determine I can provide not be made known outside the Task Force, especially not to the news media, in part because of the reasons I stated above, and in part because such publicity could hamper your investigation in some way.
Olay, with that in mind, I will tell you, as I told you in my other letter, that I have information which I believe would be useful in your investigation. I have a unique perspective on the Green River case, which, while I may not provide you with anything you haven’t thought of before, may cause you to refocus and read re-examine [sic] things you may have neglected or dismissed for some reason or another.
Let me explain how I came to realize I had something of value to offer you at this late date.
While I gather that the Green River matter has been a source of concern in the Pacific Northwest for a couple of years or so, news of these murders did not begin to filter down to this far corner of the country until maybe a year ago, as far as I can recall. Even then, news accounts here were infrequent and very brief. I am sure the news coverage here was microscopic compared to what has been seen in the Seattle Tacoma area.
Not having access to regular, detailed, and comprehensive news coverage, I did not have an opportunity to gain any kind of feel for the Green River situation. I had no basis for developing any ideas or insights. I had no reason to go out of my way to learn more about the cases. There were other things on my mind.
Then two to three months ago, I began receiving a local newspaper from Tacoma. It was the first time in over five years I have received a daily newspaper from the Northwest. It was about a month ago that I got my first real taste of the local coverage of the Green River investigation when the body of a woman, believed to be linked to the Green River cases, was discovered in a remote area of Pierce County.
The news coverage of that discovery, and subsequent and related articles were something of a revelation. I got a feel for what was happening, albeit tentative, and was based on pitifully few facts. But I know your man in a way that facts alone cannot accomplish.
I do not know his face, but I have some pretty good ideas on where you can look to see him for yourselves. There are many reasons why I want to see if I can be of some help to you. I won’t claim some noble, civic-minded motivation. Basically, the case has really begun to intrigue me. But I am sure it intrigues lots if people. The difference is I have knowledge and a point of view to add to your case investigation like no one else does.
I may simply have reached the point where I realized I have something of value and the chance to use it productively.
I would like your assurance that this letter, and any other communications we may have will be kept strictly confidential, and that no one outside of the Task Force will be made aware of what I have said here or will say should we enter into a dialogue.
If you wish to communicate to me by mail, please do so by sending a letter though my prosecutor, lawyer, or a judge that is clearly marked, ‘legal mail.’ Such mail is opened in my presence and not read. Other mail is opened in the mailroom and may be read.
If you would rather send someone to talk with me, I would welcome the opportunity. Eventually, I think you stand to gain more if you meet with me personally. If you do decide to send someone to Florida, I suggest that you have someone from a local office of the FBI help you gain entrance to the prison without divulging the exact reason for your visit.
Well, there you have it. If have no way of knowing if you need or want anything I have to offer. All I can do is let you know I am willing to help any way I can. The rest is up to you.
Good luck.
Sincerely,
Ted Bundy

Constance ‘Connie’ Gaye Trowbridge-Geldreich.

Even after almost four years of obsessively researching and writing about Ted Bundy and the Pacific Northwest, I still come across brand-new names that I’ve come across before… one would think that studying a single man that resided in a specific area during a very specific time period of time would result in finding the same names over and over again, but that couldn’t be further from what’s happening. While I was in Seattle last week I did a Google search for ‘unconfirmed Ted Bundy cases’ (as I tend to do every couple of months, just to see what I can find)… and low and behold, the story of Connie Trowbridge-Geldreich was all over my search results. Just as a side note, when writing this, (for me) it made the most sense to transcribe most of the interview Connie did with podcaster Julian Morgans, as it told her story directly and with the least amount of complications.

Constance Gaye Trowbridge was born in September 1953 to Thomas and Linda Windsor in Yelm, WA. Thomas Windsor was born on July 19, 1926 in Tucson, Arizona and Linda Marie Sanderson was born on April 12, 1931 in Gloucester City, NJ. She was one three children and had a sister named Janice Lynn and a brother named Thomas. At some time in 1969 Connie relocated with her family to Gloucester City in New Jersey but her parents divorced on January 7, 1976 in Highlands, Florida. In multiple recent podcasts (she even did an interview with the UK tabloid, ‘The Sun’ on March 10, 2026), Connie recalled her story about the time she was almost drowned by Ted Bundy at Hart’s Lake in Roy, WA at some time in August 1967 (she compared the experience to feeling like a ‘bird being played with a cat’).

According to Connie, during her time as a teenager in Washington state in 1967 her: ‘childhood was pretty ugly as far as parents go, and family life, because I always got the feeling that my parents didn’t want kids. My father had a drinking problem, and he didn’t like to work. My mother was like a child. She liked to play and just stay outside, She didn’t like to cook. It was just a nightmare. There were six of us living in a 800-foot square feet, two bedrooms and one bathroom, it wasn’t pleasant.’ … ‘One thing my mom liked to do was go camping, hunting, fishing, and SWIMMING. And so that’s what we did. We didn’t have much money so it was like, make your own fun.’ Growing up, Connie said her dad used to hold their family hostage at gunpoint: ‘he’d come home from the bar, at three in the ,morning the bars close at 2 AM, he couldn’t manage it before three… he’d drag us all out of bed on a school night, sit us around the kitchen table and point guns at us. So that’s the life I came from, so I had a lot of trauma in my life prior to meeting Ted Bundy, lucky me. What are the odds?’

On the hot August day that Connie claims she had her encounter with Ted, she was fourteen years old and her mom decided to take the family out to Hart’s Lake in Roy for a day of swimming and fun. She said that she ‘didn’t want to go’ because it was ‘late August, and everybody’s getting ready for school, and there’s no people at the lake, I mean, even though its warn, out, it was just school time. And, um, I was like, if I gotta go, I gotta go.’ So, I had a hand me down beautiful, two piece swim suit from my cousin and I thought, ‘I’m gonna wear that today.’ You know, but I was like, fourteen. And I had the brawl (sp?) to, like… ‘I wanted to be my Barbie!’ So I put it on and wrapped a towel around myself and went off to the lake.’ Oddly enough, in her interview with ‘FreyzelProductions,’ Connie and her family were not the only ones at the lake that late August afternoon, but didn’t elaborate any further.

‘And we get there, and I dropped the towel and my mom just started screeching these horrible words at me: ‘what are you…’ you’re trying to pick up boys? You’re some kind of…’ I don’t know what I can say on here, but words that I had never heard before. And I was pretty stunned. And, um.., I started to cry. She was just like, ‘just, get away from me’ type of attitude. And I just started kinda walking around the lake, I kept going and going and going… and then I see a tree. And it’s growing out of the middle of the beach and I thought, you know, I’m just going to go sit under that tree and cry it out, I don’t know. So I sat down and there was aa floating dock out there on the water, and there was nobody at the lake. It was just us.’ In the podcast with FreyzelProductions, she said that she had with her a ‘little transistor radio’ the ‘size of a pack of cigarettes’ with her that she was trying to find some music on.

‘So after a little bit I hear rustling in the woods behind me and, uh I thought it was a deer, or whatever, but you better look around because it might be a bear, you know? So, I turned around and I looked and there was a man coming out of the woods. I thought, ‘oh well that’s very odd.’ And he had a pair of shorts on, no shirt and some kind of sandals… and he had a yellow whistle like, a plastic whistle around his neck tied with a boot lace, I remember that. So, uh, he goes down, and looks up and down the lake, and I think, ‘what is this guy doing?’ and then he comes towards me and he goes, ‘hi, I’m the lifeguard.’ And… there’s no lifeguard here, this is a parks department. And I said, ‘when did they hire lifeguards?’ And he goes, ‘we’re new. They just hired us. Too many drownings.’ Of course, nobody ever comes to this lake, there’s no drownings. And he’s like, ‘what’s your name?,’ and I said, ‘Connie.’ And he said, ‘hi, I’m Ted.’ And I said, ‘Ted?’ Cause, you know… what’s Ted short for? I don’t know any Teds. And he said, ‘my name is Theodore.’ And I thought to myself, I said, ‘Theodore!? And I laughed, like… I’m fourteen years old so I giggled… you have to remember, I’m only one year older than Kimberly Leach,* the last girl he killed. So,  I was ‘hee-heeing’ at Theodore, so he goes, ‘ you think that’s funny, my last name’s Bundy!’ And I went, ‘Ted Bundy!? You made that up! You know, and I just couldn’t stop laughing. And every time he would like, poke fun at me or whatever I would say, ‘stop it, Theodore Bundy!’ That’s how I remember his name, cause I kept saying it. I kept laughing at it, and I kept telling him he made it up.’

In this moment, she said because she was only fourteen-years-old, she wasn’t looking at him as being attractive or charming, and she ‘wasn’t looking at him as a good looking fourteen- or fifteen-year-old. I was looking at an older man, and he was a man, you know what I mean? He wasn’t somebody that I’d be attracted to. I was at home playing with Barbies. But he was, in the beginning, he was a quite charming,’ and specified that he didn’t have bad energy or a bad aura, and she didn’t get a bad reading on him right away: ‘at first… well, there were like, red flags going up. Because there are no lifeguards at that lake, and he’s wearing that stupid plastic whistle. And he’s like, wandering around like… yeah. I’m getting a weird vibe. Yet I’m not afraid of him. At his point SO after a while, I’m laughing at something, and he starts to become a little darker, but he kinda like, sits down, or kneels down, in front of me. And he’s like, right in my face, exceeding my boundary. And he was like, asking me millions of questions like, you know ‘How old are you? What do you do? Do you go to school? What school? What do your parents do for a living? What do you do for fun? Do you have a boyfriend?’ I mean just, on and on…And he never stopped smiling, smirking, or uh, grinning. The whole time. He’s like a person you meet at a party, you know… I don’t know if you ever met someone at a party that just wouldn’t leave you alone and just got in your personal space and he was the weirdo that stuck out in the crowd? The s the vibe I got from him. Then, it eventually got worse.’ In the podcast she did with FreyzelProductions, Connie said he would randomly get up and just ‘wander around a bit, in circle. Like he was checking the lake, you know? And then he left again.’

‘I started to get some creepy vibes, so I said, ‘I’m going to head back to where my mother is, who was way, way on the other side of the lake, and um, he said, ‘why don’t you go swimming?’ And I said, ‘I don’t want to go swimming.’ And he’s like, ‘oh, I’m the lifeguard, I’ve got to earn my money today,’ type of attitude. And uh, it just went back and forth. And I said, I just want to go back to my mom. And that’s when he started to get a little creepier. He started to go from authoritarian type person… then he started acting like a fourteen-year-old, so he’s the lifeguard, now he’s like… my equal., I guess? Then he’s like, ‘now… get up, get up, get up! Let’s go swimming! Let’s go swimming!’ So, he grabbed me by the arm and he raked his fingernails down my arm, and it like, took skin off. And I said, ‘please go away from me. Just leave me alone, let me go back to my mother.’ And this goes on for a while. So finally, I get up and we’re both out on the beach in the sand. And he’s toying with me at this point. And he’s like, holding his arms out so I can’t get by him. He’s tripping me, he’s kicking me. He’s grabbing me, he’s raking me, he’ everything. So finally agreed to go in the water, and I said I was going to swim out to that floating dock if he left me alone after that and I could go back to my mom. And he said, ‘yeah, you can go back to your mother but you have to go swimming first.’  

‘So, I got in the water, ankle deep. I mean, I really did not want to go swimming. And he starts splashing me, just… drowning me. And, uh… then I’m completely soaked. So, I finally start heading out to the floating dock and um.. so, I’m swimming. Swimming, swimming, swimming. And he passes me, swimming. Like, right past me. Like we were in a race. And he gets to the ladder, and he turns around and sits on the rung of the ladder and I tried to hold onto the ladder but he was kicking me in the face and just, you know… kicking, kicking, kicking at me. And he wouldn’t let me up. But, that dock was huge. It was really high. I mean, I had to reach way up with my fingertips to get to the top. It was more of a, uh, fishing lake. Not a swimmers lake.

‘So, I realize he’s not going to let me up. I can’t, I don’t have the energy to get back. I’ve been fighting this guy for oh, about two hours at this point. So, I went to the right side of the dock, looking for something to grab onto. And I put my fingers on the very top of the dock. And he had gotten up, and he was stomping on my fingers with the heel of his foot. And I thought, ‘what’s going on? You know, this guys… somethings wrong!’ And, uh, I went to the back of the dock. There was nothing there either, and when I looked up I seen him and he is looking down. He’s on his stomach now. I said, ‘uh, help. What are you doing? I thought you were a lifeguard?’ and he goes, ‘I am a lifeguard! Here!’ And so, he reached down, and so I reached my arm up, and instead he bypasses my arm and grabs me by my hair! And I’m going, ‘oh my God, I am in serious trouble here!’ And uh, he starts screaming at me, ‘I’m a good lifeguard! See, I saved your life today!’

‘Then he plunged me under the water, and, uh. I’m under the water for almost a minute. I had nothing. And he pulled me back out, and I can’t scream, my mother… was way too far away he’s totally in my face. I kept trying to say ‘help me,’ but he was rambling on again about how he had saved my life as the lifeguard and he plunged me back under the water. And there I stayed. And it was just, time was just, ‘tick, tick, tick, tick…’ and it wasn’t all that deep under the water, I was only a few inches, but he had like, pulled my head back and I could see him laughing, and his face went gnarly., and like, ropey, and his eyes were like two big, black marbles. They were the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. And I could see his teeth, and they were all gnarly. And I thought, ‘I am looking at a demon here, this is not even human.’ And I’m dying, I know it. And I think to myself, ‘I had went to summer camp earlier and they say, ‘when in doubt, play dead…’ and I thought maybe if he thinks that he drowned me he’ll just let go and leave. So, what I did was, I was trying to peel his fingers out of my hair, but I just let go and all the sudden went limp. And I just like, opened my eyes and looked up at him, and my legs… and he didn’t let go. He was just laughing, and laughing, and laughing. And my legs floated up…’

‘And I had just about given up when I thought I might be able to get out of this if I can just go down. So, I suddenly grabbed under the dock and shoved with everything I had down. And he wasn’t stopping laughing. When I pushed myself down from that dock, he ripped a big wad of my hair out. I mean, I had to pull out of his grasp. But by the time I had no oxygen left at all, and I kept thinking, ‘you can do this, you can do this. You just gotta get up and underneath the dock where there’s an air pocket. You can do it Con.’ But I keep sinking, and sinking, and sinking. And I don’t know how deep the lake is, I know its way over my head. And I’m down about probably eight feet and all of the sudden my feet hit the bottom of the lake.  I don’t have anything… oxygen left to get back What I did was, I flipped my left foot, my one foot (not even both, I didn’t have the energy), and my chest gets tight when I talk about this, and I flipped my foot so it would propel me upward. That’s all I could hope for. That I could make it to the surface. And I kind of angled myself towards the dock. If I could just get there I could get there. If I could just get there… ‘just hang in there Connie.’ My lungs were on fire, tunnel vision had started to set in. Fear.’

In her interview with ‘FreyzelProductions,’ Connie said: ‘and then, you know, your whole life starts, you know… ‘what’s my mom going to do?’ You know? And I thought about this, too. What would my mom have thought if he had drowned me and then just bolted back into the woods? She would have thought, ‘what did she do? She fell off the dock. She hit her head. What did she do?’ Nobody would have ever known. They would have known. No, they wouldn’t have known. They, she would have thought I just drowned. And that’s why I think we need to look into cold cases of, you know, young girls that have drowned out here on the West Coast and, you know? Things like that happened to them cuz this guy came out of nowhere. I mean, when you come out of the woods like you’re some kind of animal, you are.’

And I got under the dock, and after I got some air, I screamed my head off and I hear him running across the dock and then there was a crack where the ladder was, because that was facing the beach, and I seem him swim really fast to the beach, he picked up whatever he had brough with him, ran back into the woods, and left. But I knew it, because I kept calling him, ‘Theodore Bundy!’ Start to finish, Connie said the entire event took place over three hours.

When Connie got back to her family, her mother and younger siblings had been building a sandcastle, and they never even asked where she had been (despite her tears): ‘and I said, mom! (and I was crying), and I said, mom, some guy just tried to drown me! He tried to kill me!’ And I’m like, ‘look, look, look!’ and she’ like, ‘how dare you, I told you not to wear that outfit! You little… whatever.’ And she told my brother and sister to get in the car because we had to go home because, uh, I ruined all the fun.’ And I kept going, ‘mom, I need to go to the police, I need to tell somebody, somebodies got to know there’s a guy out there trying to kill people!’ And she just said, ‘absolutely not! Get in the car!’ I was grounded for a week and a half, and everything.’‘My mom wouldn’t take me to the police, she actually called me a liar even though I had scratches… I was black and blue all over, even my hands were black and blue. My fingers… she wouldn’t help. Nobody listened. So, here I am, fifty-eight years later, talking about this. Cause it lives inside of you.’

After her experience in the summer of 1967 Connie said that she ‘packed it away and internalized it. You don’t try to think about it. I never went swimming again. To this day, I don’t swim. I mean, I’ll wade in the water… I just, didn’t have anyone to talk to about it, you know?’ … ‘You bottle it up, and I just didn’t have anybody to tell. I had to keep it to myself. Like I let the first ten, twenty years go by and I still have to keep it to myself. I mean, who am I going to tell? So, my husband broke his neck in 1986, and I think they executed Bundy in 89? See, I hadn’t even know he had become a serial killer, because by 1986 my husband was paralyzed from the neck down. So, I had two kids, and I had two jobs, and a quadriplegic husband, from the neck down… and I had my hands full, I wasn’t watching the news. Or paying attention to the serial killers down in Florida or wherever he was. So he was literally already dead by the time I started to have problems with dreams: I kept dreaming I could swim underwater, and I would be under the water and I would (its kinda weird), I would gasp for air… and then, Oh wow, I could swim, I could breathe. Underwater. And it was starting to bother me. It wasn’t very often, maybe once every month or two. But I was like, why would I have a dream like that?’

‘And then I would ask my friends, ‘have you ever dreamt that you could swim under water?,’ and they all said, ‘no.’ ALL of them.’ And I said, ‘oh, it’s because that guy tried to drown me back in 1967.’ But I did know he was a serial killer by then: Ted Bundy.’ For years she let it go ‘in one ear and out the other’ but was finally able to put two and two together after she read Ann Rule’s true crime classic, ‘The Stranger Beside Me:‘ ‘somehow reading it in black and white, I kept going, ‘where have I heard that, Theodore Bundy? I’m from Washington state. And that’s where it happened.’ I just gasped. I was like, ‘oh my God! He was the one that tried to kill me in 1967!’

‘The problem with that is, there is almost nothing, almost zero proof out there, that says he hurt anyone prior to 1974.  And I knew what had happened to me happened when I was fourteen and that made it 1967, and it was in August, and it was so hot. And I couldn’t match it. I couldn’t match the dates. And so would go, I know it’s him… nah, it’s probably isn’t because this happened earlier than 74. And then I’d forget about it for a year or two, and then I’d go back and say, ‘I know it’s him, I absolutely know it’s him. Nope… can’t match the dates.’ And that’s what probably held me back from probably talking about it a lot more back then.’  As we all know, Bundy’s first ‘on the record’ attack took place in the very beginning of 1974, when he brutally beat and left for dead Karen Sparks in her basement apartment near the University of Washington, where she was a student.

‘So I wrote to Ann Rule, the one that wrote ‘The Stranger Beside Me,’ and she contacted me right away and she was like, ‘tell me more.’ You know, so I told her what I’m telling you. And she asked me, ‘at what lake?,’ and I told her and she asked me a lot of questions about what did he look like what color was his hair?’ She kept asking me about his mole*, and I didn’t remember it, I don’t remember seeing no mole. I don’t know why. But other than that, everything else was spot on. So she said, ‘I absolutely agree that you were a victim of Ted Bundy. And that he had killed a little girl back in 1961** in this area. Well, in Tacoma.’ In her interview with ‘FreyzelProductions,’ Connie said that during her conversation with Rule she told her that she was ‘born in the town that he lived in, so that’s how close we were. And I lived between the town he lived in and the town he worked in. So there’s only two ways to  get there, and there were so many correlations. And she was like, ‘yeah. She said because he tried … she was the one who first t old me that the little neighbor girl went missing in 19… I think she said 1962, my research says 61 so I don’t know.’’’ … ‘So after talking to her, I knew it was him.’

‘So, I started to question what happened between 1961 and 1974, because you never, ever hear about what he did in the 60’s and early 70’s, prior to 1974. It was just like he woke up out of bed one morning and he just started killing people in 1974. And I was pretty stunned by that, so I started to do a little research into him, I didn’t know a lot about him. I still don’t know a lot about him. I know he was the one, I can pick him out of a line up. And that was another thing: when they would say ‘Ted Bundy’ on TV it kinda went in one ear and out the other, because I kept calling him ‘Theodore Bundy.’ Theodore, Theodore, Theodore. I just kept shoving it to thew far back of my brain… I mean, I had a lot… I had to work, I had a paralyzed husband, I had kids, I couldn’t think about Bundy. But, I think Bundy thought about me when I kept having those underwater dreams. And so, I wanted to cure myself, I’ve got to get rid of these dreams. And after I talked to Ann Rule, the dreams went away! I never had another one ever since, And that was, uh… mid 90’s, late 90’s.’

‘What happening now after that was: every time I’m watching TV, I’m watching a video, I’m reading a book… I’m reading an article: Ted Bundy’s in it! He has become more popular to this day than he ever was back in 74, or the 70’s so that was really bothering me and that’s what made me do the first podcast I did. Because I want people to know this guy was a stone-cold killer. He was not your friend, he was not anybody to worship… he just wanted to see me die under that water. And he was just… laughing, and uh it makes my blood run cold.’

About Bundy’s resurgence in popularity, Connie said it disgusts her how he ‘has fan clubs out there. I found out he has fan clubs out there. But, I’m angry. I just… everything is just, Bundy, Bundy, Bundy… He’s just like, the catch word for anything, you know. Any kind of evil in the world you just say, ‘Ted Bundy,.’ And its just gotten more, and more, and more popular. And it just makes a hero out of him. And uh, I kinda wish they didn’t kill him thought. I woulda wished they would have, I don’t know, tortured him until they got more of the women back. That he killed. There’s a lot of missing still, in Washington, Oregon, and Idaho… but other than that I’m glad he’s gone. But even though he’s gone, you never forget that. It was one of the most traumatic things of your life, and yet you know… you don’t forget what that man tried to do to you that day.’

‘And then you have distrust for people, and then you go back and you have survivors guilt: ‘What if I would have gone back and went to the police? What if my mom would have been like, a real mom and took me to the police station let me put down the words: ‘Theodore Bundy, tried to down me,’ it would have been on file somewhere… so when they started looking for him in the 70’s h9s name would have come up in their database, but they were dismissing it because, ‘oh he’s a good guy, he’s an attorney, he’s this, he’s that…’ if I would have checked out with the police, then the police could have said, ‘yeah, he tried to drown this girl on this date,’ but I know that all those girls died, and they kept on dying right to Florida. Could I have helped that? Maybe, maybe not. But it does kinda give you this… how did I survive? Why me? (starts to softly weep) Why not, those beautiful girls out in lake Sammamish, or that little girl Kimberly Leach out of Florida? And why do I have to drag this burden around? You know but every time I talk about it, it gets a little easier to deal with, so um. The first podcast helped me a lot, the second one a lot more, and maybe this one will help me even more.’

In the start of 1967, twenty-one-year-old Ted enrolled in classes at the University of Washington in Seattle, and moved into McMahon Hall on the schools campus (he was also sleeping on occasion at his parents’ home on North Skyline Drive in Tacoma), but he withdrew from the school on March 17th. Later that June he briefly relocated to California, where he attended Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA (taking up studies in accelerated Chinese), and upon returning home to Washington in September got a job at the Seattle Yacht Club. He slept wherever he could lay his head at night, but thanks to a stolen key from his old dormitory, he often would find shelter at McMahon Hall (despite not being a student at UW anymore). Also around this time, he began an intense romantic entanglement with Diane Edwards, a UW classmate that he later described as ‘the only woman I ever really loved.’

As we all know, the only one of Ted’s confirmed victims that died in relation to drowning was Lynette Culver (thank you to my friend Luke Koumo for reminding me of this); most of his other victims involved some sort of bludgeoning and/or strangulation. On May 5, 1975 twelve-year-old Lynette left Alameda Junior High School on her lunch and was last seen a few hours later getting on a bus at Hawthorne Junior High School that was headed roughly ten miles away to Fort Hall (although one report claims she was last seen walking down Eldredge Road in Pocatello the following day). She didn’t mention any plans of leaving to anyone she knew and had been last seen wearing a burgundy jacket with a fur hood, a red checkered shirt, and blue jeans. She has never been seen or heard from again and her remains have never been found.

One week before his January 1989 execution Bundy confessed to the murder of Lynette Culver: he said that after he abducted her, he brought her back to a room that he rented at the Holiday Inn in Pocatello, where he sexually assaulted then drowned her in the bathtub. He then disposed of her body in the Snake River, which is a major waterway in the interior PNW that begins in Yellowstone National Park in western Wyoming and flows through Idaho, Oregon and Washington; it’s roughly 1,080 miles long,

In her memoir ‘The Phantom Prince: My Life with Ted Bundy,’ the killers one-time love Elizabeth Kendall/ Kloepfer recounted an incident where she believed he may have been trying to kill her: one summer day during a rafting trip Bundy reportedly pushed her into the cold river waters and instead of helping her, watched her struggle to get back onto the raft. While it is unclear if this was an explicit attempt to drown her, Liz and Molly interpreted it as a moment where he was considering letting her die.

Additionally, during a trip to Green Lake outside of Seattle Liz’s daughter Molly became exhausted while swimming and attempted to climb onto the same inflatable yellow raft: she recalled that every time she reached for it, he would push it a few feet away (just out of her reach), and that he seemed to enjoy watching her struggle. She eventually had to swim a long distance back to shore while crying and she arrived exhausted. Molly also said that on a separate occasion at Green Lake, Ted suggested she go into the water after dark then disappeared underneath it and grabbed her by surprise, an event she described as a’ terrifying experience’ meant to amplify her fears.

In his book ‘TB’s Murderous Mysteries,’ Kevin Sullivan mentioned that in June of 1975 Ted started dating Leslie Knutson, a young divorcée with a seven-year-old son named Josh, and that for a short period that summer, he even moved in with them in their home in Salt Lake. Josh spent a good amount of time with Ted that summer along with his friend, Larry Tucker (who was a little younger than him and lived down the street), and according to him he would sometimes take them both places with him; in turn, Larry’s mother Francine Bardole would on occasion watch Josh, so that Bundy and Leslie could have time to themselves. On at least two occasions Larry said that Bundy took both boys to the Redwood Drive-In, and that her son volunteered (without any prompting from her) that he thought the experiences was ‘fun,’ although he did recall a time that Ted told them to wait in the car, while he got out and walked in the direction of the concession stand and bathrooms.

After a good amount of time went by, their adult companion failed to return so (logically) they decided to go looking for him. Oddly enough, when the did eventually find him,  Bundy had been standing close to the restrooms and had been watching the women as they were coming and going … which of course makes one think about Denise Naslund, (one of) Ted’s Lake Sammamish victims, and how he stopped her as she was leaving the restroom and (somehow) convinced her to go with him.

Another thing that Leslie mentioned to authorities was how Bundy would take Josh and his friends to a pool that was located within the grounds of old Fort Douglas, and that one day when he got home, Larry told his mother that he didn’t want to go back because Ted liked to play a game called ‘shark,’ and he didn’t like it. He also said that not only would Bundy swim around the pool and pull them underneath the water, but he would also try to ‘bite’ them as well.

We do have to remember that in addition to nearly drowning people, Ted also saved the life of a young toddler in Green Lake in early 1970 while he was working for the Seattle Crime Prevention Advisory Commission.

* I did want to briefly mention the mole that Ann Rule was referring to in her phone call with Connie: Ted had a prominent, dark brown mole on the left side of his neck that was considered one of his only permanent distinguishing physical marks. At times, he took measures to hide it and would frequently wear turtlenecks, and it was a crucial detail in his criminal investigation (for example, survivor Carol DaRonch noted the mole on his neck, which became a critical piece of descriptive evidence for police).

** This is Ann Marie Burr, who was abducted from her Tacoma residence on a ‘dark and stormy night’ back in late August 1961. The only evidence left behind at the scene of the crime (the family home) was a red thread on a windowsill; her body has never been recovered.

According to Connie, ‘you can look a person in the eye and absolutely tell if they have a good heart or not. You can see the demons in them, there are demons in this world and they are out there and they are ready to hurt you. I realize its more like, like narcissistic personality meets psychopath, you know? It’s a varying degrees: either they have one, both, or all of them.’

After looking Ted in the eyes, Connie said that she ‘thinks that the press pumps fluff stories, they make him a hero, and its junk. But what I’ve seen in him… unearthly is the only word that comes to mind. I can’t even come up with the words to describe it, I don’t even think there are any. When his eyes, everything… went black, it looked like he had two big black marbles instead of eyes. And, you just look at somebody who looks like that, and you’re kinda like… ‘what planet am I on?’ he was like, I my face, and a of people ask me why I didn’t scream, and I couldn’t, I would have screamed right in his mouth, literally. And um, he’s like this, all the time, no matter where I go. So, I was just a kid. I didn’t know. I knew my mother was angry with me, she wouldn’t have looked up anyways (she starts softly crying). Sorry. I don’t know who hurt me more that day, Ted Bundy or my mother, and I’m being straight honest. Because she tore me down for days. You know, where do you go, there’s nowhere to run? In your mind, or to hide?’ … ‘so I could run to the devil over here or Satan over there.’ I mean, I had no where to go, so you just withdraw, go inward and say to yourself, let this be a life lesson and, uh, get away from those people. If you see someone you don’t trust, just leave. If they don’t feel normally to you, get away. Get away, get away.’

‘I don’t really have an explanation as to what it was like to meet Ted Bundy. It was like, evil personified. You felt it right from the moment he came out of those trees, or bushes… you knew right away, you don’t want to be around this guy, but you don’t know why. Because he’s charming, he’s asking polite questions, but he’s right in your face doing it. He thought everything was funny, he really did. He had a smile on his face constantly, if not a grin, a full grin then a laugh which is something you hear in a haunted house. Hysterically laugh. Every time he heard me. He’s definitely a sadist.’

In my opinion (take it for what it’s worth), at the end of the day, I’m going to have to lean towards Bundy not being the one responsible for Connie’s attack in 1967. We can always refer to the (at this point, redundant) fact that he has no official ‘on the record’ attacks/kills until 1974… but it’s more than that. It’s the commonly used phrases she used while talking about her experience, and the fact she specifically claimed he greeted her by saying, ‘hi! I’m Ted’ is what really did it for me: as we all know that’s the name of Tiffany Jean’s blog, which is probably the most famous Ted Bundy website in existence. And when she started tearing up while talking about why ‘the beautiful girls at Lake Sammamish died and not her…’ I got the impression she was pulling energy from Molly Kendall’s interviews in Amazon’s ‘Falling for a Killer’ (where she was crying and used the exact same phrasing)… I’m getting Rhonda Stapley vibes, not Carol DaRonch ones. I mean… I saw her comment on a picture of the final resting place of Kim Leach plugging the podcast she was being featured in. To me, that’s in very poor taste.

And who doesn’t know who Ted Bundy was until 2007? I’m forty-two so I was five years old when he was killed, and the first time I remember being aware he existed was in a study hall my sophomore year of high school: my girlfriend Jackie’s mother was taking a Criminal Justice class at a local college and at the time they were learning about serial killers… but she seemed particularly intrigued by Bundy to the point that the teacher in charge said it wasn’t the most appropriate topic of conversation for a bunch of kids in high school (looking back, 1998 was a very innocent time). But, my point is: Connie grew up in the same area as Bundy, and was (roughly) in the same age bracket… he is an incredibly famous (infamous?) serial killer, often considered one of the original ‘big bads…’ I mean, where was she when the murders were going taking place and mass hysteria was afoot? I find it hard to believe that she had no idea what was going on in her home state of Washington, where her friends and loved ones lived (especially when he was caught). I can’t believe that it took her THAT LONG to put two and two together because in her mind his name was ‘Theodore… Theodore, Theodore, Theodore…’ I have heard him called by his full, legal name multiple times on TV, and he wasn’t exclusively called ‘Ted Bundy.’

And I’ll admit, where she did a great job of painting her mother as a monster with the mind of a child… what parent cares enough about their children to take them to a lake in order to spend time with them, but at the same time doesn’t care enough to check on them after they’ve been gone for THREE HOURS? I mean, she was only fourteen…

Connie married Richard Geldreich Jr. on August 5, 2004 in Collin, Texas but the couple separated in February 2016 and were officially divorced on January 29, 2019; she currently resides in her hometown of Yelm, WA. Per her LinkedIn page, Connie founded Tenacious Software in Bellevue, Washington in April 2008, but the company forfeited its charter in 2015. Her father died on August 16, 1976 at the age of fifty, and per his obituary, had worked at McChord Air Force Base and fought in the Army during WWII (he also served with the Coast Guard during the Korean ‘conflict’). Her mother Linda died at the age of ninety-four on June 14, 2025, and according to Connie right up until the end of her life she was the ‘same person’ as she was on that fateful August day in 1974: ‘quite evil,’ but she had her ‘moments.’ According to her obituary, Linda was born in Gloucester City, NJ and was predeceased by her husbands, Thomas Windsor in 1976 and Gary Casella in 1980. She loved spending time on her computer (online she went by the handle ‘Queen MUM’) and was an avid Eagles fan; she also liked to play any and all games (especially poker).

When asked if she allowed her experiences to affect how she approached motherhood, Connie responded that she was ‘more protective. I was a different kind of mother than my mother was, that’s for sure. Always made sure that I never changed my phone number, for thirty years. So they always had it, and stuff like that I still do that. I’m very afraid, because its such a bad world out there I don’t know if that makes sense, but you don’t move very often every though I would love to get out of this cold weather, I’ll stay here because that’s where my kids know I am.’

Works Cited:
Freyzel Productions. (July 2025). ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’ Taken March 13, 2026 from YouTube.com/FreyzelProductions
Kulniece, Kate. (March 10, 2026). ‘Narrow Escape: I Survived Ted Bundy After He Convinced me to go Swimming, his Face Turned Demonic when he Plunged Me Under the Water.’ Taken March 10, 2026 from thesun.co.uk
Morgans, Julian. (February 26, 2026). ‘What it was Like: Ted Bundy Tried to Kill Me.’ Taken March 11, 2026 from podcasts.apple.com
Sullivan, Kevin. (June 6, 2019). ‘Ted Bundy, Babysitter.’ Taken March 16, 2026 from aetv.com (also published in ‘Ted Bundy’s Murderous Mysteries’).

Connie as a young child.
Connie from the 1968 Yelm High School yearbook.
Connie’s senior year picture from the 1972 Gloucester City High School yearbook.
Connie.
Connie.
Connie with her husband, Bill.
A picture of Connie taken from Facebook.
Connie standing with a member of her family, who served in the milirary.
A picture of Connie taken from Facebook.
A photo on Connie’s LinkedIn page, the caption reads: ‘getting my dogs at SeaTac after they just flew in. Face a bit swollen after surgery. Doing great!’
Connie.
Connie.
Connie’s LinkedIn employment history.
A comment Connie made on a FB post about the gravesite of Kim Leach.
A Facebook post Connie made in January 2025. Her father died in 1976 so I’m not sure who she’s talking about… she’s also a Trump support which automatically makes her mentally unstable.
Connie and her husband William Trowbridge listed in the NJ Department of Health in the name index.
Connie and her husband William Trowbridge listed in the NJ Department of Health in the name index.
Connie and her husband Brian’s marriage certificate.
An opinion piece written by Connie about senior citizens that was published in The Courier-Post on July 16, 1999.
A Google Maps version of Hart’s Lake in Roy, WA.
A picture of a map with a key of the layout of Hart’s Lake in Roy, WA.
A comment comparing Connie’s story to that of Rhonda Stapley’s taken from ‘FreyzelProductions’ YouTube video titled, ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’
A comment about an alleged encounter someone claims that they had with Ted Bundy taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’
A comment about Liz Kloepfer’s book about how Ted almost drowned her along with a few comments about his true victim count taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’
A comment made by someone doubting Connie’s story (mostly because of her mother) that she personally responded to taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’
Three comments made by people that doubted Connie’s story taken from a YouTube video about Connie made by creator ‘FreyzelProductions’ titled ‘Ted Bundy Survivor Tells her Chilling Story.’
If you look closely at Ted’s neck, you will notice the mole that Ann Rule was referring to.
Ted wearing a turtleneck, as you can see it covers up his mole.
Bundy’s whereabouts in 1967 according to the ‘1992 FBI Ted Bundy Multiagency Team Report.’
A map from Bundy’s childhood home on North Skyline Drive in Tacoma to Hart’s Lake in Washington.
Leslie Knutson and her son Josh lived on the left side of this duplex on Redondo Avenue at the time she was dating Ted Bundy in the summer of 1975, photo courtesy of Francine Bardole/Kevin Sullivan.
This is where Francine Bardole and her son, Larry Tucker lived during the summer of 1975, photo courtesy of Francine Bardole/Kevin Sullivan.
Lynette Culver, who was only twelve years old when Bundy abducted then drowned her in a Holiday Inn in Pocatello, ID.
Ann Marie Burr.
Thomas Windsor’s WWII registration card.
A picture of Connie’s parents taken on their wedding day in Gloucester City, NJ.
A newspaper clipping announcing the funeral service for Thomas Windsor published in The News Tribune on August 18, 1976.
Thomas Windsor’s obituary published in The Olympian on August 18, 1976.
Thomas Windsor’s obituary published in The News Tribune on August 19, 1976.
A newspaper clipping announcing the funeral service for Thomas Windsor published in The Olympian on August 20, 1976.
A newspaper clipping announcing the funeral service for Thomas Windsor published in The Olympian on August 20, 1976.
Thomas Windsor’s grave stone.
Connie’s mother, Linda.
Linda Casella.
The message Connie left on her mother’s Legacy page.
Richard Geldreich Jr. from the from the 1992 Gloucester City High School yearbook; he was born in January 1976.
Richard Geldreich’s current Facebook picture.
The main bullet points related to the court case related to Connie and her husband Richard’s divorce.
A more in-depth look in the case related to Connie and her husband Richard’s divorce.
Connie’s ex-husband Richard’s BlogSpot bio.

Pictures of Bundy’s Cell After his Second Escape, January 30, 1977.

Ted Bundy escaped from custody (for the second time) on December 30, 1977: he was being housed in the Garfield County Jail in Glenwood Springs, CO and intentionally lost around thirty pounds over several weeks so he could squeeze through a one-foot-square opening in the ceiling of his that was meant for a light fixture. The jail was aware of it but had put off getting it fixed.

On the evening he escaped, Bundy stacked blankets and books on his mattress in an attempt to create a decoy that appeared to be sleeping. From there, he climbed through the hole in the ceiling, crawled through the plumbing and wiring, then dropped into the chief jailer’s apartment while he was out to a movie with his wife. After he helped himself to some of the jailers clothes from his closet, Ted simply walked out the front door and into the night, and the rest is history. His disappearance wasn’t discovered until the next afternoon, roughly seventeen hours later.

Bundy’s Cell.
A close up of all the shit on Bundy’s bed he used to make a make-shift Ted.
The Police milling around the jailers apartment after Bundy’s second escape.
The front door of the jailers apartment.
The outside of the jailers apartment.
The ceiling of Ted’s jail cell.
A close-up of the light fixture at the top of Ted’s jail cell.
A supposed footprint left behind by Bundy during his second escape.

The Former Flame Tavern/Birrieria Tijuana.

On the evening of June 1, 1974 Ted Bundy abducted Brenda Carol Ball from The Flame Tavern in Burien, WA; she was never seen alive again.

An older picture of The Flame Tavern as it looked in the 1970’s.
An older image of the tavern from the 1970’s, photo courtesy of OddStops.
An old sign from the Flame Tavern, which advertised ‘Dancing Nightly,’ photo courtesy of OddStops.
The band ‘Child Jam’ performing at The Flame in 1972.
This Google Street View image of the bar was taken in 2011, photo courtesy of OddStops.
The former Flame Tavern as it looked in April 2022.
The back part of the former Flame Tavern as it looked in April 2022.
The back parking lot of the former Flame Tavern as it looked in April 2022.
The former Flame Tavern as it looked in April 2022.
The side of the former Flame Tavern as it looked in April 2022.
The front sign from the former Flame Tavern as it looked in April 2022.
The former Flame Tavern as it looked in March 2026: it’s now a Mexican restaurant called ‘Birrieria Tijuana,’ and their food is amazing.
The back parking lot of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
The entrance of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
The entrance of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
The main dining room of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
Another shot of the main dining room of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
Another picture of the main dining room of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
The restroom in ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
Inside looking outside, ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ in March 2026.
My pigeon friend, outside of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ in March 2026.
The back part of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
The back parking lot of ‘Birrieria Tijuana’ as it looked in March 2026.
Rhonda Louise Burse, who was last seen in Burien, Washington on August 8, 1977 at The (former) Flame Tavern: she worked there as a topless dancer and had been last seen getting into a car after her shift. Burse was a dancer in the general Seattle area as well as Colorado and Texas, and sadly few details are available in her case.

Taylor Mountain.

Video taken in March 2026, posted at 2x and 4x speed. Please be kind with your comments, this (and Issaquah) are the first videos I’ve ever attempted.

A video I took of Ted Bundy’s Taylor Mountain ‘DS in March 2026 sped up 2x.

A video I took of Ted Bundy’s Taylor Mountain ‘DS in March 2026 sped up 4x.

Back Alleyways in Washington State.

Today while in Seattle I noticed one sort of common trait some of the places that Ted was linked to in Washington state: many of them had pathways behind them. Lynda Ann Healy’s house. Donna Mansons dorm building. The Rogers Rooming House… His childhood home in Tacoma… I mean, Georgann Hawkins abduction literally took place IN a back alley…

Bundy’s childhood home located at 658 North Skyline Drive in Tacoma painted baby blue.
Bundy’s childhood home located at 658 North Skyline Drive in Tacoma; I always loved this picture, it reminds me of a watercolor painting.
The back of Bundy’s house, photo taken in May 2025.
Another shot of the back of Bundy’s house, photo taken in May 2025.
The Rogers Rooming House, located at 4143 12th Ave NE in Seattle. Picture taken in April 2022.
The side of the Rogers Rooming House, picture taken in March 2026.
The pathway on the side of the Rogers Rooming House, picture taken in March 2026.
The back of the Rogers Rooming House, photo taken in March 2026.
Another shot of the back of the Rogers Rooming House, photo taken in May 2025.
Another shot of the back of the Rogers Rooming House, photo taken in May 2025.
Lynda Ann Healy’s house in 1974 after she disappeared.
The pathway next to Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in 1974 shortly after she vanished.
Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in March 2026.
The steps leading up to Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in May 2025.
The pathway on the side of Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in May 2025.
The pathway next to Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in May 2025.
The pathway behind Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in March 2026.
The roadway in the back of Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in May 2025. I was able to \easily drive my car through it.
The back of Lynda Ann Healy’s house, picture taken in March 2026.
A well-worn pathway next to Lynda Ann Healy’s former residence, picture taken in March 2026.
Donna Gail Manson’s dorm building at Evergreen State College, photo taken in March 2026.
The pathway behind Donna Manson’s dorm building at Evergreen State College, photo taken in March 2026.
Another shot of the pathway behind Donna Manson’s dorm building at Evergreen State College, photo taken in March 2026.
The pathway behind Donna Manson’s dorm building at Evergreen State College, photo taken in March 2026.
The Kappa Alpha Theta sorority at the University of Washington, where Georgann Hawkins was residing at the time of her abduction.
A B&W photo of Georgann Hawkins dorm room taken in 1974.
A black and white picture of the alley where Georgann Hawkins was abducted from taken in 1974 shortly after it took place.
A B&W photo of the path behind Georgann Hawkins dorm room taken in 1974.
The alleyway where Georgann Hawkins was abducted from, picture taken in April 2022.
The alleyway where Georgann Hawkins was abducted from, picture taken in April 2022.

‘Fear.’

My job offers tuition reimbursement, and I like to take one class a semester… I usually take something involving science or math, but because I’m running out of courses to take, I decided to take Creative Writing. I’m hoping it helps me think outside the box a bit more in regard to non-fiction.

The man with his arm in a sling was handsome.
That alone put the brunette beauty at ease
(the valiums and beer didn’t hurt either).
He implored: “could you help me load a catamaran onto my car?
It’s just down the road…
at my parents house.”
He then grinned at her, a smile that went up to his bright blue eyes,
and she shrugged her shoulders and thought to herself,
“why not? What else do I have to do right now?
Ken probably won’t even notice I’m gone.”
The scalding midafternoon July sun beat down on her pale skin mercilessly,
as she made her way across the parking lot to the attractive stranger’s car.
She immediately noticed his vehicle,
which stood out like a sore thumb:
(a tannish-yellow VW Beetle),
“How scary can a guy driving a Bug be?”
she thought to herself as she climbed in.
The two made small talk as he slowly and cautiously made his way
through the park:
he shared with her that he was a law student,
and that maybe one day he would teach her how to sail.
Lake Sammamish State Park was beautiful (if not a bit too hot):
The annual Rainer Beer Picnic was taking place that day
(neither one commented they were there for the event).

The miles ticked by.
the man grew quiet,
and she noticed his eyes went black.
The atmosphere in the car shifted,
and became so tense you could cut the air with a knife.
As the minutes went by, she became increasingly convinced that there was no sailboat.
And suddenly
(without warning),
he swerved his VW over and stopped it abruptly on the side of the road.
After briefly struggling for something under his seat,
the stranger pulled out a
crowbar, with a taped handle…
and after a (very) brief back and forth
he quickly overpowered her,
hitting her once over the head.
The girl slumped over in her sear,
unconscious.
***
The pretty brunette woke up to screaming,
but quickly realized it wasn’t her voice:
A petite girl with blonde hair was fighting with the stranger;
blood streaming from the top of her head,
stemming from a single deep wound.
She watched in horror as the man subdued the woman,
and he wrapped his hands around
her neck…
and squeezed.
Within a matter of minutes,
the light left her eyes.
Before Denise realized what was happening,
he turned around,
and slowly began making his way towards her.
As she looked around for a way out,
she realized there was nowhere for her to go.
Fighting was useless: he was almost double her size.
… as he made his way towards her,
his eyes locked with hers,
and she suddenly remembered his injury:
his sling was gone,
HIS ARM WAS FINE.
It was all a con.

It was in that moment,
(between the benzo’s and the shock)…
the compassionate young woman with so many unfulfilled dreams,
and thoughts,
and plans,
knew it was her end.

The two beautiful, ambitious young women,
that never met,
and had no ties to one another…
in that very moment ,
became tied to one another forever.

Pictures from the Oxygen Special, ‘Love, Ted Bundy.’

Louise and Johnnie Bundy with one of their children.
The five Bundy children.
Edna as a child with her family.
The Cowell family from many years ago, Louise and Jack are labled.
No photo description available.
Edna with her brother and father.
A school age Edna.
Some members of the Bundy/Cowell family.
The Cowell family.
Ted’s Uncle Jack.
Jack Cowell sitting at a piano.
Another picture of Jack Cowell sitting at a piano.
Edna and Don.
Another shot of Edna and Don.
A third shot of Edna and Don.
Edna and her brother.
Edna and Don.
Edna and Don.
Edna and her husband.
Edna and her family.
Edna and her daughter, Anna.
Edna Cowell-Martin and her family.
Edna and Anna.
Edna and her family.
A young Anna.
Anna.
A screenshot of Edna during the Oxygen special, ‘Love, Ted Bundy.’
Louise Bundy in an interview after Ted’s arrest.
Another screengrab of Louise Bundy in an interview after Ted’s arrest.
Investigators on Taylor Mountain.
Another picture of search teams on Taylor Mountain.
Bob Keppel at Taylor Mountain.
Captain Nick Mackie.
A press conference regarding the ‘Ted’ murders.