I don't even think I asked him what happened because you don't want to hear details.

That was the worst day of my life that I found out about my mom.

A loving couple, a romantic hike, a secluded spot.

He was trying to look at the bird and it's like her feet just went out from under.

All of a sudden I hear yelling coming from downstream.

There was Mrs. Muller floating face up.

A wife falling to her death, her husband falling apart.

It was panicking, it was shaking, crying.

The evidence that the scene makes us believe it's something entirely different.

He told me she fell 20 feet.

Where were the injuries?

Why did I not see what I expected to see?

A search for the truth in the woods and water.

If your theory is right, that is almost like she was being hunted.

It's all like a hair and a wolf.

Two chilling accounts of what happened to the mom they all adored.

One, seemingly unsolvable mystery.

You believe crazy story A, or you believe crazy story B.

Both stories are crazy.

I'm trying to go on a new one.

Winding down a mountain in Southwest Colorado.

Waterfalls spill over granite and sunlight filters through aspens and evergreens.

...