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.
"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."