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It's late May of 1996, a time before phones had maps, before we were always reachable. If you wanted to go somewhere far, you unfolded a map, watched the mileage tick by, and trusted your sense of direction. Back then, gas was about $1.30 a gallon. Alanis Morissette was on every station. And the news drifted by like static background noise to an easy drive through the mountains. Shenandoah national park is alive with color this time of year. On Skyline Drive, families stop for views that seem endless. Cameras click, tires crunch on gravel. And no one imagines that anything terrible could happen here. The park feels like a sanctuary. It's a little slice of America, perfectly untouched by violence. On any given night and day, hikers pass in steady rhythm, moving from ridge to ridge, each chasing their own quiet. Just a short hike below those ridges, Julie and Lally had pitched their tent beside a mountain stream. For them, it was freedom, a few days of peace away from expectations and away from being seen. But in that stillness, something else was moving through the woods. Quiet, unseen. And when Taj appeared, running alone along a fire road off of Skyline Drive, the rangers who were searching for Julie and Lally knew Shenandoah's quiet had been broken. This peaceful stretch of the Appalachian Trail wasn't a refuge anymore. It was a crime scene. This is sequestered. Season 3 the Shenandoah Park Murders Episode 2 the Discovery Rangers would later piece the timeline together from permits, photographs and witness notes. Their arrival on Sunday, May 19, the Skyland Lodge. Their red Toyota Tercel parked near the ridge. A backcountry permit issued in Julie Williams name the golden Retriever at their heels. Their camera would later reveal a quiet kind of joy. Snapshots of two women completely at home in the wilderness. It was found among their gear at the campsite, still sealed inside a waterproof bag. When investigators developed the film, the images told the story of their final days. Hikes through through White Oak Canyon grins beside waterfalls, sunlight filtering through the trees above them. From Monday, May 20, through Wednesday, May 22, Julie and Lally hiked and camped in White Oak Canyon, a popular trail lined with cold mountain cascades. When rain moved in on Wednesday afternoon, they hiked out of the woods and caught a ride with a ranger back to Skyland Lodge, where their car was parked near the trailhead. They likely made camp that night in the woods near their vehicle, because the following morning, Thursday, May 23, they renewed their backcountry permit. This was routine for experienced hikers, just another way to log their next destination from Skyland they set out again, heading south along Skyline Drive and then into the backcountry toward Hawksbill Mountain. A ranger and another hiker later recalled seeing them along the trail that day, two women and a dog. Throughout the day, the trio climbed Hawksbill's 4,051 foot summit to the highest point in Shenandoah national park and took what would become their final photographs. There's a picture of each of them smiling into the wind, the Blue Ridge falling away behind them. Another, likely set on a timer, captures them together, their arms around each other, faces sunlit and unguarded. You can see those images and more@sequesteredpod.com it was Friday, May 24, the last day anyone saw them alive. Based on their permit photographs and trail locations, investigators believe they made camp that evening in the same site. Their bodies were found between Big Meadows and Skyland, about a third of a mile from the Appalachian Trail and roughly a mile east of Skyline Drive. It was the kind of site seasoned backcountry travelers would choose near water, quiet and screened. From the trail for the next several days, May 25th through the 30th, there were no confirmed sightings of Julie Lali or Taj. It was Monday, May 27, Memorial Day. Julie didn't call home as planned, and her family was starting to worry. Over the next few days, her father, Thomas Williams, would try reaching her through park authorities, but no one had heard from her. By Friday morning, May 31, knowing Julie was supposed to start a new job the next day, on June 1st, Thomas called Shenandoah national park to report her missing. He told them Julie and her friend were backpacking with her golden retriever. They hadn't called, and they hadn't returned home. By 10am that morning, Rangers had located Julie's red Toyota Tercel parked at Stonyman Overlook, a scenic pull off along Skyline Drive and not far from the Skyland lodge. Within hours, search teams launched what they called hasty searches. These are quick, wide area sweeps of major trails that radiate out from Skyland. The teams focused on White Oak Canyon, Big Meadows and the Bridal Trail, which is the corridor that connects the two. By then, rangers had pieced together from the backcountry permit that the women were last seen on Thursday, May 23. As we know, once by a park ranger and again by a hiker along White Oak Canyon. The permit showed they had planned to return by Monday, May 27, the day Julie's family had been expecting her call, deputy Chief Ranger Bridget Bonet said. We started doing hasty searches to cover all those trail corridors. At some point during those searches, we located the dog. It wasn't until the next afternoon, Saturday, June 1, around 4pm that that a hiker turned Taj over to a park ranger. They had found him wandering alone but unhurt along White Oak Canyon Trail, the park's most popular route and the one closest to the Bridal Trail. Later that evening, at 8:50pm Two park rangers eventually discovered the women's hidden campsite along the Bridal Trail, a path used both by hikers and horseback riders. Though not heavily, it would be almost invisible to anyone passing by. What they found there would stop the park in its tracks. When searchers reached the campsite, the first thing they noticed was how well hidden it was, tucked back, hemmed in by trees and. And quiet except for the stream nearby. Their tent was still standing, the flap partially unzipped. And when searchers pulled it open, they were met with a devastating scene. Inside were two women still in their sleeping bags. Their hands were both bound with nylon cords, their mouths sealed shut with duct tape, and both had deep knife wounds in their necks. They had found Julie and Lollie. The brutality of their murders was matched by the precision. Rangers and FBI agents secured the scene and were careful not to contaminate what little evidence there was. But the remote location, the weather, and the time that had passed only complicated things.
