Evans Creek=missing dad=flipped truck
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TreeClimber
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I looked at the ground where the truck was on its side and there were no leaks of fuel, oil or antifreeze.
CrustyJeep
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No, but I do have some fresh beer to filter, force carb, and get on tap, and it does have a lot of hops in it :D
PORTER
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Well I guess there are people that will choose to live also. The truck was a diesel, not a Gasser so the possibility of catching fire is far less than with gas not that it really matters now. Bottom line when life hangs in the balance finding shelter can be the difference between life and death. This situation can happen to anyone, as at some time lots have gone out alone but the decisions made after **** hits the fan are crucial to a persons well being. This part of the story still makes no sense to me, and I will agree with the masses that there is more to the story than we know.
TreeClimber
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Aahemmm. I WILL be expecting a notification.
CrustyJeep
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You gonna stop by? It'll be flowing Friday night. It won't last long, we kinda like it :D
Actually, I might get a bottle capper. I'm considering bottling up a bit of it for the Microbrew exchange on PBB, so I could possibly maybe ship some to you, maybe :D
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Binder
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The argument is that the guy is a moron for being there. A series of bad decisions led up to him loosing his own life. If he had made the same bad decisions on a busy road he would still be dead and he would still be a moron.
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Did you think that one yourself :haha:
Binder
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Alot of things don't make sense to us as we as a group are "motro heads" compared to the average person. The average person doesn't know diesel is safer than gas or that a rolled over rig could be used for shelter or how to start a fire with a battery assuming he could get to the battery. The average person who rolls their car is going to have a first reaction to get out of it. I would do the same to make sure it were stable and safe. The question is why didn't he get back in?....Well the truck was on it's side so getting in and out could be a struggle at least. What if he climbed out and the door locked behind him? What if he had physical limitations that he couldn't open the door with the rig on his side?......Combine any or all of these things with the fact that the guy is a stupid moron and you end up with a dead guy.
Binder
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I thought it for you as you clearly missed it.:;
CrustyJeep
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I was starting to think you'd gone soft until the end :lol:
Binder
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Yeah that could happen.:haha:
PORTER
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Can't argue with you there Rick.:;
TreeClimber
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My next day off is Tuesday.
I also think something is missing, booze, drugs, mental. Seems as though anything is better than that stump. rip headliner, floor mats out, and pull bedliner for shelter. cut tires and light that truck up. warmth and signal for help. get in survival mode jeez. burnt f-250 better that freezing. I love tending big fires in woods, logs everywhere once fire is going. diesel p/u is perfect fire starter i here. I have young boys and it hurts to even put myself in that guys place to know as i die i killed my son.
CrustyJeep
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Clearly, your employer is coming between you and beer. It's time you did something about that!
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TreeClimber
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CrustyJeep
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I should be around at least most of the weekend...
ain'tstuckjustresting
RIP Mister 12/5/12
Found on news tribune comments. Definitely something strange with the family situation.:eeek:
wagonslayer
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Why is it that when you leave your rig stuck out in the woods,tweekers steal everything off of it within hours,but they weren't there to save this guy's life.Think about it like the movie Final Destination.All of the cards were in place.Probably just when his only phone call was about to get through to the wife, Bam a big tree falls and cuts off the power.He most likely was in a panic(fight or flight) mode and wanting just to get off the trail before it got too dark and stormy and was not too worried about tearing stuff off his truck.
1-going out alone
2-wife getting home late
3-first big storm of the year
4-not prepared(even when I go to Tahuya I'm prepared,with water/snacks and the ability to make fire.)
5-spotty cell phone service
6-power out at buddies house(no phone)I always have an old corded phone plugged in for back-up in the back room.
7-power out a his house(no phone)
8-oh yeah.......................going out alone.
1-going out alone
2-wife getting home late
3-first big storm of the year
4-not prepared(even when I go to Tahuya I'm prepared,with water/snacks and the ability to make fire.)
5-spotty cell phone service
6-power out at buddies house(no phone)I always have an old corded phone plugged in for back-up in the back room.
7-power out a his house(no phone)
8-oh yeah.......................going out alone.
RusM
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It sounds like he (if the TNT comments are true) was dealing with decreased mental/physical capacity from some sort of illness. If so, it turned something which should have been hilarious into a tragedy.
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Who knows, maybe he just got lost up there and thought the trail was a continuation of the road we was on, and would be a faster/easier route back to where he came from.
i guess we will never know "the rest of the story"
i guess we will never know "the rest of the story"
Fordzuki
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I agree with this. I have seen minivans up at the top viewpoint of the 311, it's possible this guy just didn't know what layed ahead, and by the time he did, it was too late and the only option was to continue on. It really is a sad thing that happened, regardless of what the rest of the story is.
I'm the widow.
To those who actually give a hoot about anybody but themselves: I sincerely thank you for your condolences.
I nearly killed myself on the trails just a couple weeks ago on my son's Blaster. Pretty much the same flipping thing as my husband in his truck.
There was no reason other than the dirt started to landslide underneath my tires. Only I was going uphill rather than downhill. I overcompensated, I fish-tailed, my front right tire went up on the berm, I lost control, I pulled a wheelie that nearly went over backwards on top of me, and luckily I only flipped the bike on its side. It wasn't Darwin telling me I'm not fit to live. It wasn't for lack of experience - no one would have the balls to even take that hill climb unless they were confident of their skills.
I'm not cocky, I'm not the best rider that ever was, but people would agree I'm better than average. I know my limitations and that climb wasn't out of my league by a long shot. It was merely circumstance.
We all have stories like this - walking away unscathed. And hopefully we learn from them.
I finally was able to find the crash site and it opened my eyes a bit because I still have so many questions. My husband talked to our elder son at 4:30pm and said he'd be home in an hour. He said he needed to turn around. He probably was lost. He probably started to realize he made a mistake and like that other guy said - fight or flight. My husband chose do his best to try to drive out of it. There was absolutely NO way he could have backtracked. NO ONE could have in that truck.
I know without a doubt my husband did not intend to go down the 311. My husband told me time and again his pickup was ill-equipped for the trails, let alone one of the most extreme trails you can run across. He wasn't inexperienced; he had been riding every kind of ATV since he was 16.
Why did he go down the 311 trailhead? I drove my black GMC Yukon XL 2500 4x4 with the 8.1 liter engine down the 7930 thinking it was merely a service road - the map said it was a street legal road. My husband probably thought the same thing - butter. A car would definitely not make it through the 310unassisted. The sole reason I say this is because on two separate sections, there is a DEEP trench perpendicular acrosss the path with a steep decline on both sides of the road - no way to drive around them. I barely made it through the first one because I would not have been able to successfully back my truck up that hill. A dirt bike rider chatted with me down at the bottom and he was impressed I got back up - he said he barely made it - an old timer.
However, my husband was an experienced rider. He used to go 4x4ing all the time. He did a significant amount of the work building up his friend's Jeep, even. I never went with John - we went quading - but his friends confirmed his abilities and they are stunned it ended as it did. Driving over those trenches on the 310, with his tall truck would have been easy for him.
I parked my Yukon on the second to the last open area and hiked down the road on foot. Here's another thing that hadn't been mentioned - the 7930 turns into the 310, but there is no marker when the 311 begins (that was visible to me while I was walking). There may have been a diamond, but I cannot recall. When I arrived at the 311 trailhead and looked over the CLIFF that was the beginning of the trail, it answered a lot of questions. There is no warning. The road ends and immediately turns downward.
I share with you my educated guesses. One: he could have been going along at a reasonable speed all hunky-dory - 10-15 mph, maybe 15-20 - whatever. Doesn't matter. He sure as hell wouldn't be going down it at 30 or 40 or more. Especially in the dark. And as a SOBER person (he VERY rarely drank - probably 3 drinks in the last year - and he sure as heck wasn't going to drink some cheap COORS LIGHT garbage - that's all y'alls trash - the tox showed no drugs anyway), he was probably starting to freak out just being stuck out there. That would make you more careful, right? But even at 10 miles an hour, if you suddenly see a sharp drop out of nowhere when you're on a SERVICE ROAD, and you're in a hulking Ford F-250, you will probably skid across that loose gravel slamming on the brakes trying to avoid falling dumping down there anyway. Well, my husband would know better than to SLAM on the brakes, but I would in a panic even though I know I'm not supposed to.
My second speculation: think about it. It's dark - pitch dark in those woods in November at night. The only way he could see was with his two headlights. An F-250 doesn't have all the jazzy hood light do-dads or anything. The headlights are meant for roads. The headlights shine straight out ahead and slightly down. At the top of that trailhead, there would have been a blind spot, a shadow where the trail started, just under his truck. By the time he saw what was coming up next. Too late.
Also, with his big wieldy truck, there wouldn't have been enough room for him to back up and turn around.
I believe he simply got in over his head at the last second.
Why did he go up there unprepared? I can't answer that question. He told me he just wanted to spend time with his son. True, you shouldn't go 4x4ing by yourself. True, off-roading should be premeditated, not a whim. You especially shouldn't go without telling someone. But I think John was thinking of it more as a leisurely trek, not a hard-core expedition. Considering that he wasn't out in the middle of the trail, just at the trailhead, I think he was just bouncing around on the service roads. I do know that they had supplies in the vehicle to last through the night and into the next day at least when I pulled his personal belongings. I don't think he had the opportunity to use them.
He wasn't "stoopid." He was more knowledgeable about so many things than anyone else I knew. He could fix ANYTHING and I'm not exaggerating. He scored "genius" on an IQ test. And I graduated from the University; I'm not "stoopid" either. At least I know how to use a semi-colon let alone know what it is. haha
O.K., let's talk about the weather. It was actually partly sunny early in the day. I would know. That day will always be etched in my mind forever. Everyone kept saying, why did he go out there when the weather was so horrible? It wasn't. When he left. It didn't start raining until evening. I remember very distinctly that when I went to my appointment, the weather was fine. When I left my appointment, the rain started dumping. Washington for you. If you recall, the actual storm didn't hit until about 8:00pm. It was very sudden. I was sitting in my living room quivering with fear trying frantically to get him on his cell phone. One moment I was oblivious to the weather, the next second I hear the wind howling, the trees making that shh-shh sound when evergreen branches rub up against each other, and the rain clattered down in buckets off the overhang from my roof.
As for why he was found away from the truck: The authorities concur, he probably left the truck to find cell service as he wasn't able to get a single call through. Hey, would you rather sit in your thrashed truck and wait knowing that no one knows where you are or would you rather do everything in your power to try to get some help?
My son recalled a "waterfall' running into the truck. It wasn't a gas or oil spill, as you know. The passenger window was shattered and poised exactly over a huge hole in the ground. Not just a pothole, it was like 3' in diameter and deep. The water was full to the window and with the truck in the middle of the trail, the water was diverted straight down to that puddle. So the window was shattered, not a safe place for a kid to be. Remember, the passenger side became the floor.
Check out this tasty tidbit: the fabric and sheet metal in the back seat was all threaded. A sinister panel of metal was torn out of place and menacingly poised. The edges of the rip were razor-like. The steel was shaped like an isosceles triangle with a sharp and rippled tip. It was pointed down like an arrow in an eerie direction. Right at Timothy
To those who actually give a hoot about anybody but themselves: I sincerely thank you for your condolences.
I nearly killed myself on the trails just a couple weeks ago on my son's Blaster. Pretty much the same flipping thing as my husband in his truck.
There was no reason other than the dirt started to landslide underneath my tires. Only I was going uphill rather than downhill. I overcompensated, I fish-tailed, my front right tire went up on the berm, I lost control, I pulled a wheelie that nearly went over backwards on top of me, and luckily I only flipped the bike on its side. It wasn't Darwin telling me I'm not fit to live. It wasn't for lack of experience - no one would have the balls to even take that hill climb unless they were confident of their skills.
I'm not cocky, I'm not the best rider that ever was, but people would agree I'm better than average. I know my limitations and that climb wasn't out of my league by a long shot. It was merely circumstance.
We all have stories like this - walking away unscathed. And hopefully we learn from them.
I finally was able to find the crash site and it opened my eyes a bit because I still have so many questions. My husband talked to our elder son at 4:30pm and said he'd be home in an hour. He said he needed to turn around. He probably was lost. He probably started to realize he made a mistake and like that other guy said - fight or flight. My husband chose do his best to try to drive out of it. There was absolutely NO way he could have backtracked. NO ONE could have in that truck.
I know without a doubt my husband did not intend to go down the 311. My husband told me time and again his pickup was ill-equipped for the trails, let alone one of the most extreme trails you can run across. He wasn't inexperienced; he had been riding every kind of ATV since he was 16.
Why did he go down the 311 trailhead? I drove my black GMC Yukon XL 2500 4x4 with the 8.1 liter engine down the 7930 thinking it was merely a service road - the map said it was a street legal road. My husband probably thought the same thing - butter. A car would definitely not make it through the 310unassisted. The sole reason I say this is because on two separate sections, there is a DEEP trench perpendicular acrosss the path with a steep decline on both sides of the road - no way to drive around them. I barely made it through the first one because I would not have been able to successfully back my truck up that hill. A dirt bike rider chatted with me down at the bottom and he was impressed I got back up - he said he barely made it - an old timer.
However, my husband was an experienced rider. He used to go 4x4ing all the time. He did a significant amount of the work building up his friend's Jeep, even. I never went with John - we went quading - but his friends confirmed his abilities and they are stunned it ended as it did. Driving over those trenches on the 310, with his tall truck would have been easy for him.
I parked my Yukon on the second to the last open area and hiked down the road on foot. Here's another thing that hadn't been mentioned - the 7930 turns into the 310, but there is no marker when the 311 begins (that was visible to me while I was walking). There may have been a diamond, but I cannot recall. When I arrived at the 311 trailhead and looked over the CLIFF that was the beginning of the trail, it answered a lot of questions. There is no warning. The road ends and immediately turns downward.
I share with you my educated guesses. One: he could have been going along at a reasonable speed all hunky-dory - 10-15 mph, maybe 15-20 - whatever. Doesn't matter. He sure as hell wouldn't be going down it at 30 or 40 or more. Especially in the dark. And as a SOBER person (he VERY rarely drank - probably 3 drinks in the last year - and he sure as heck wasn't going to drink some cheap COORS LIGHT garbage - that's all y'alls trash - the tox showed no drugs anyway), he was probably starting to freak out just being stuck out there. That would make you more careful, right? But even at 10 miles an hour, if you suddenly see a sharp drop out of nowhere when you're on a SERVICE ROAD, and you're in a hulking Ford F-250, you will probably skid across that loose gravel slamming on the brakes trying to avoid falling dumping down there anyway. Well, my husband would know better than to SLAM on the brakes, but I would in a panic even though I know I'm not supposed to.
My second speculation: think about it. It's dark - pitch dark in those woods in November at night. The only way he could see was with his two headlights. An F-250 doesn't have all the jazzy hood light do-dads or anything. The headlights are meant for roads. The headlights shine straight out ahead and slightly down. At the top of that trailhead, there would have been a blind spot, a shadow where the trail started, just under his truck. By the time he saw what was coming up next. Too late.
Also, with his big wieldy truck, there wouldn't have been enough room for him to back up and turn around.
I believe he simply got in over his head at the last second.
Why did he go up there unprepared? I can't answer that question. He told me he just wanted to spend time with his son. True, you shouldn't go 4x4ing by yourself. True, off-roading should be premeditated, not a whim. You especially shouldn't go without telling someone. But I think John was thinking of it more as a leisurely trek, not a hard-core expedition. Considering that he wasn't out in the middle of the trail, just at the trailhead, I think he was just bouncing around on the service roads. I do know that they had supplies in the vehicle to last through the night and into the next day at least when I pulled his personal belongings. I don't think he had the opportunity to use them.
He wasn't "stoopid." He was more knowledgeable about so many things than anyone else I knew. He could fix ANYTHING and I'm not exaggerating. He scored "genius" on an IQ test. And I graduated from the University; I'm not "stoopid" either. At least I know how to use a semi-colon let alone know what it is. haha
O.K., let's talk about the weather. It was actually partly sunny early in the day. I would know. That day will always be etched in my mind forever. Everyone kept saying, why did he go out there when the weather was so horrible? It wasn't. When he left. It didn't start raining until evening. I remember very distinctly that when I went to my appointment, the weather was fine. When I left my appointment, the rain started dumping. Washington for you. If you recall, the actual storm didn't hit until about 8:00pm. It was very sudden. I was sitting in my living room quivering with fear trying frantically to get him on his cell phone. One moment I was oblivious to the weather, the next second I hear the wind howling, the trees making that shh-shh sound when evergreen branches rub up against each other, and the rain clattered down in buckets off the overhang from my roof.
As for why he was found away from the truck: The authorities concur, he probably left the truck to find cell service as he wasn't able to get a single call through. Hey, would you rather sit in your thrashed truck and wait knowing that no one knows where you are or would you rather do everything in your power to try to get some help?
My son recalled a "waterfall' running into the truck. It wasn't a gas or oil spill, as you know. The passenger window was shattered and poised exactly over a huge hole in the ground. Not just a pothole, it was like 3' in diameter and deep. The water was full to the window and with the truck in the middle of the trail, the water was diverted straight down to that puddle. So the window was shattered, not a safe place for a kid to be. Remember, the passenger side became the floor.
Check out this tasty tidbit: the fabric and sheet metal in the back seat was all threaded. A sinister panel of metal was torn out of place and menacingly poised. The edges of the rip were razor-like. The steel was shaped like an isosceles triangle with a sharp and rippled tip. It was pointed down like an arrow in an eerie direction. Right at Timothy
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WHITE TRASH1
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It was an unfortunate event for sure but honestly I stopped giving a damn at around word 362 of that long winded meandering diatribe.
A simple "sometimes bad **** happens to good people" would have summed it up nicely.
A simple "sometimes bad **** happens to good people" would have summed it up nicely.
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