This is such good news for the family. I hope they find the husband.
Everyone on this thread lives more adventurously than I who never goes in back country anywhere.
I did have a car breakdown, at night, in a ghetto in Baltimore. In a flash, the man behind me saw my car dead as a doornail, ran from his car to mine, and said "get in my car quick, no back talk". I did, he sped out and I am convinced saved me from a bad time. Hubby and I also had to run like hell from a gang after parking a couple of blocks away from the downtown symphony hall and coming out and finding the place deserted at night.
But somehow, the backcountry scares me more than gangs,,,odd isn't it.
A former Rockwell employee, no doubt...