It's 6pm Sunday evening, 37 hours since I found the body in the road. I've told a few campers and disc golfers hanging around the lodge but the general consensus of my story seems to be it was early, I was tired, and if it really happened, how come I didn't take a picture? A Subaru Outback comes up the driveway. This time of year I get 20 to 40 disc golfers on a weekend and usually we exchange greetings and some times first names but I get so many I'm not going to remember most. Five disc golfers come to the porch and before they pay I ask if they are playing disc golf or also looking for a spot to camp? One says "We already have a camping spot at Pritchett Canyon." Now I look at each of them individually. To the tallest one I say "Do I look familiar to you?" He says "You were in my dream the other night. You gave me a ride." I say "You were sleeping in the road." He says "I thought it was a dream." I say "A minute after I dropped you off at Pritchett Canyon a car blew around that corner. They wouldn't have been able to stop in time." He says "Was a bad night. I went for a run but got tired and fell down." I look at his shirt, it says "I SAW A GHOST" I thought "We both have."
Monday, May 4, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
It's 4:45 Saturday morning. My goal is to be in the river at King's Bottom, just this side of Moab, river mile marker 60 and get out at Base Camp, river mile marker 45. I thought that the almost full moon would give me that little bit of light I needed to get in the river before the sun came up but I slightly misjudged it and the moon set 20 minutes ago. It's dark and nothing but. As I round the road under the Tombstones I barely see what looks like a black trash bag in the road. I swerve to miss it and do so by about two feet. I pull over to pick up the trash bag and put it in the back of the truck and it's a black rain jacket, with a body in it, not moving. I put a head lamp on the body and speak twice. There's no movement. Would somebody really jump off the Tombstones in the dark? I nudge the body twice with my foot. The body says "What?" I say "You're in the road. I almost ran over you." The body says "What?" I say "Get out of the road. Two feet this way and you'd be dead." The body stands up. Male, maybe 20, tall, drunk. I say "Get in the truck. I'll take you where you need to be." The body tries to get in my side." I send the body around to the passenger side. We drive a few hundred feet and he says "I'm camped in there for sure." I pull into a parking area on the left side. There's no one there. I hit the blacktop and start towards town. The body yells "Stop." I do. He gets out and walks into Pritchet Canyon singing loud. It's 5:30 when I get in the river.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Has it been five or six years that Who's Up, What's Up, and Little Up have been on the porch to make sure we never have scorpions again. Well in all the confusion I sort of lost track myself. For that kind of insurance to make sure they stay on the porches all that is necessary is to feed them flies occasionally. Fly swatter well spent.