In Ed Abbey's book, Desert Solitaire, he writes about a search mission to find a lost hiker somewhere in Canyonlands National Park, who was ultimately found dead, dying of heat and/or dehydration. He goes on to give some advice if you ever get caught in a similar situation, and, unlike this man, no one knows where you are and thus no rescue can be expected. In that case, wants to congratulate you for your noble death—it is good luck to die out in the open, alone, instead of under the “leech and priest.” Your bleached bones will remain where you died for some hiker to find someday and marvel at.
Interesting post. I occasionally encounter signs of violent death while hiking in the woods. Where I live it is usually most obvious and dramatic during the winter, and usually caused by coyotes. Thankfully none of the remains I have discovered were human. The chaotic scenes left by our local coyote population is usually pretty shocking, even if you’ve seen it before. It’s a reminder that nature is both beautiful and brutal. Fortunately it’s usually pretty easy to avoid this kind of encounter; I am usually way off-piste when I stumble across them.
I looked up Barbara and Ray Hovatter and found this sad court case:
https://www.courtlistener.com/opinion/1172360/hovatter-v-she...
Apparently they were burned by an exploding butane tank.
In Ed Abbey's book, Desert Solitaire, he writes about a search mission to find a lost hiker somewhere in Canyonlands National Park, who was ultimately found dead, dying of heat and/or dehydration. He goes on to give some advice if you ever get caught in a similar situation, and, unlike this man, no one knows where you are and thus no rescue can be expected. In that case, wants to congratulate you for your noble death—it is good luck to die out in the open, alone, instead of under the “leech and priest.” Your bleached bones will remain where you died for some hiker to find someday and marvel at.
Interesting post. I occasionally encounter signs of violent death while hiking in the woods. Where I live it is usually most obvious and dramatic during the winter, and usually caused by coyotes. Thankfully none of the remains I have discovered were human. The chaotic scenes left by our local coyote population is usually pretty shocking, even if you’ve seen it before. It’s a reminder that nature is both beautiful and brutal. Fortunately it’s usually pretty easy to avoid this kind of encounter; I am usually way off-piste when I stumble across them.
Sobering stories and photos. There is a beautiful stillness in the desert. Thanks for reminding me how much I miss it.