I spent a few nights in the canyon and it was fantastic. I saw not a soul until one evening I was gathering wood for a fire and out of nowhere an old Indian rode up to me. He had long hair, wore a vest and a hat and had a mule loaded down with supplies on it. He said he was tracking me and I asked him where he was headed. In was all he said. I asked him his name and he said Eddie. I think he was squatting in the wilderness. Who know who long he had lived out there. The Gila is certainly vast enough that someone can go unnoticed indefinately.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)