Everett Ruess. photo by Dorothea Lange b. 1914 - last seen 1934 Say that I starved; that I was lost and weary; That I was burned and blinded by the desert sun; Footsore , thirsty, sick with strange diseased; Lonely and wet and cold...but that I kept my dream.
“I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last – overpowering, overwhelming,” he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. “But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life.