The Search for Karen Jean Lee and Rodney L. Grissom

The junction of Soda Fork Road and US Highway 20, credit to Google Earth. It was along Soda Fork Road that Lee and Grissoms’ belongings were found.

At the encouragement of a good friend, I’m writing up my notes and thoughts on my search for Karen Jean Lee and Rodney L. Grissom. Karen and Rodney were a pair of teenage friends, who ran away in spring 1977 and disappeared. Their belongings were found along a logging road in the Cascade Mountains. They have never been found.

Karen Jean Lee
Rodney Grissom

The posts below are in reverse chronological order. If you start with “Lee and Grissom: Facts” and read up, you will work through the search with me.

Lee and Grissom are some of the “Ghosts of Highway 20”, a series of disappearances, assaults and murders along US 20 from Sisters to Newport, OR, starting in the mid 1970s until the early 1990s and were linked to the Oregon serial killer John Arthur Ackroyd. Ackroyd is not the primary subject of my writing, he died in 2016 at the Oregon State Penitentiary, convicted of murdering Kaye Turner, and having pled no contest in the 1990 death of his step-daughter, Rachanda Pickle. Rachanda also remains missing and has not been found.

I’ve thought a good deal about why I am searching for Karen and Rodney, why their case grabbed me. I’m a search and rescue volunteer for the neighboring county from where they vanished. I also volunteer with at risk youth, and I see those kids in the faded photos of Rodney and Karen. Before starting to write this, I’ve spent close to 8 weeks researching their case, and I want those two kids to come home. I also know the Soda Fork Road fairly well. I first started using it to access the Middle Santiam Wilderness in 2017, and I have fished a lot along Soda Creek, whose valley the road travels from Highway 20 until it climbs into the Cascades.

This spring, I re-read “The Ghosts of Highway 20” project by Noelle Crombie and published by the Oregonian. This was when the story of Karen and Rodney grabbed me. Not only did I sympathize with a pair of kids who met with the wrong ride on their journey to California, I realized that I knew the area that their belongings were found in. My mind kept turning on the pair and what happened to them, and where they are now. It took me about a day to conclude that I would search for them, and I started gathering material to assist in this project.