No question. There are stupid people in every National Park wandering off and never coming back.
I feel bad for her family.
But you and I both know that you don’t voluntarily step into the wilderness without basic provisions and knowledge. That has been drilled into my head from the first day of Boy Scouts.
I had a motorcycle break down on me on the road to the Racetrack Playa in Death Valley. It took me a couple of hours to get back on the road. I never saw a car and it was about 115 degrees.
But I was prepared with shelter, water, comm (sat phone) and tools. At no time did I feel like I was in trouble. I thought about breaking down before I left.
I hope others read this story as a cautionary tale.
Yep.
Racetrack Playa. I always wanted to see those rocks.